"Wei Wanhong, are you talking to me?"
This voice, like a grand bell, resonated in all directions, exploding in the ears of many.
Anyone who had met Old Master Ye could recognize it as Old Master Ye's voice.
No one expected Old Master Ye to step forward for this matter, directly confronting Prince Wei Wanhong, the Wei Family's patriarch, head-on.
After these words were spoken, time and space seemed to freeze.
No sound came from the Wei Family's side for dozens of seconds.
These short dozens of seconds, if it were during normal playful times, would have been but a flick of a finger, yet at this critical juncture, these dozens of seconds felt like years, each second seemingly stretched infinitely.
Many people looked towards the Wei Family's residence in the church district.
They wanted to see how Prince Wei of the Wei Family would respond to Old Master Ye.
After dozens of seconds of silence.
The old voice from the Wei Family's side came again, "Hmph! That's good then! You said it, Zongchang, bring the body back, and this matter is dropped!"
Many people were confused, but some reacted immediately, guessing that the two top-tier big shots had discussed something during those silent dozens of seconds, but the specific content was censored, and the others present did not hear it.
Wei Zongchang picked up his son's body from the ground, shot a fierce glance at Fang Xin and the others, then pushed through the crowd and left.
The security teams on both sides also breathed a slight sigh of relief; if the tense atmosphere had escalated, both groups present had influential backgrounds, and a chaotic fight would have made things difficult for their security teams.
The onlookers dispersed, disappointed. The atmosphere had been built up to that extent, yet no fight broke out. They wondered what Wei Wanhong and Old Master Ye had discussed during those silent dozens of seconds for the matter to be resolved like this.
Fang Xin turned his head to Jiang Xiaocha, "Are you hurt?"
Jiang Xiaocha shook her head, instead turning to Yanzhi. It was clear that Yanzhi still had bruises on her face. Fang Xin immediately pulled out some ointment and handed it to Yanzhi.
"Use this ointment; the swelling will go down in three to five minutes."
Yanzhi took the ointment with both hands and gave Fang Xin a sweet smile, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
With the drama over, Fang Xin didn't linger. After the fireworks and a short, exciting show, Fang Xin said goodbye to Hua Qing and the others and took Jiang Xiaocha home.
Yanzhi also joined them. On the way back, after a moment of hesitation, Yanzhi asked Fang Xin if they could exchange contact information. Fang Xin didn't think much of it and readily agreed.
"Fang Xin also likes watching anime?" Yanzhi asked after seeing Fang Xin's profile picture.
Fang Xin's social media avatar was an anime male lead named Sakamoto from several hundred years ago.
He usually liked to find old anime to watch when he had nothing to do, and he didn't expect anyone to recognize his avatar.
He immediately replied, "You watch these too?"
Yanzhi smiled, "I usually enjoy online archaeology; I watch some of the old anime that are very interesting."
Fang Xin subconsciously glanced at Yanzhi's avatar, saw it was Rikka Takanashi, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
When talking about these things, Yanzhi, who seemed like a quiet social recluse, suddenly became very talkative. She chatted with Fang Xin all the way home, and even at the door, Yanzhi still seemed to be lingering, as if it was hard for her to find someone on the same wavelength.
After saying goodbye, Ling Xiaoxiao stood beside Fang Xin, one arm draped over his shoulder, "Uncle, this girl clearly has a crush on you. If you put in some effort, it won't be long until you can explore the mortise and tenon structure."
Fang Xin didn't quite grasp it at first, but once he did, he immediately slapped Ling Xiaoxiao on the back of her head.
"Damn it, you're so disrespectful, talking to your uncle like that!"
Ling Xiaoxiao grimaced, "I'm serious. I'm a girl, so I naturally understand a girl's thoughts better than you, a Strength-based Mangfu. That girl had a crush on you from the moment she saw you, right, Auntie Xiao Cha?"
Jiang Xiaocha looked at Yanzhi's retreating figure, "Brother, I think Yanzhi is really nice, very cute."
Wang Lao Ji also smacked his lips, "I think so too, this Little Girl is very kind, just a bit introverted. But she's also a pitiful person; her parents died years ago, and she's been with the Lu Family for the past few years. Although the Lu Family treats her well, she's still living under someone else's roof.
The Ye Family and the Lu Family are not far apart, Xiao Xin. You two can visit each other often. If you two really end up together and have children, I've even thought of names for your children. You two see each other often, which is quite convenient. To commemorate your love, let's name the child 'Convenient Noodle,' how about that?"
Fang Xin was exasperated and walked straight into the courtyard.
Inside, Old Master Ye was playing chess with Ling Hanmo.
Seeing Fang Xin enter, Old Master Ye smiled gently, "You're back?"
Fang Xin replied, then thought for a moment and asked, "Grandpa, what agreement did you reach with that old guy from the Wei Family just now?"
Old Master Ye smiled, "We didn't reach any agreement. We didn't even talk about anything."
Fang Xin was stunned, "Then, from what he said, didn't you promise him something?"
Old Master Ye took a sip of tea, shook his head, and chuckled.
Ling Hanmo shook his head, smiling, and took over the conversation, saying to Fang Xin, "That Wei Wanhong didn't dare to openly contradict Old Master Ye, but with so many people watching, he couldn't just let it go. So he put on that show, entirely to save face for himself."
Fang Xin was stunned for several seconds, then couldn't help but laugh, "He really is a... genius!"
Then he looked at Old Master Ye, "Since you saw through it, you didn't expose him, which was quite considerate of you."
Old Master Ye chuckled at this, "Given Wei Wanhong's character, if I had exposed him publicly, he would definitely try to make up for it, leading to endless bickering and verbal sparring. Life is short; there's no need to engage in pointless arguments with a fool."
Fang Xin understood, sat beside the two old men, watched the chess game for a while, and then returned to his room.
Yanzhi sent Fang Xin a message, and Fang Xin didn't pretend not to see it. They started with casual chat, then gradually talked more animatedly. Fang Xin found that he could really connect with Yanzhi.
He had drunk a bit too much with Hua Qing and the others that evening.
Fang Xin got up and went to the bathroom. While urinating, he realized that the rooms in Old Master Ye's house were also very peculiar; they could completely block the mental energy of Perception-based experts. Fang Xin's perception was limited only to the bathroom he was in.
He shook his 'barrel' and turned to wash his hands.
Fang Xin checked the time and realized it was already past midnight.
As he turned to dry his hands, the reflection of Fang Xin in the mirror in his peripheral vision did not move.
Fang Xin turned his head to look.
He saw the Fang Xin in the mirror reveal a smile.
Upon seeing this, Fang Xin felt a little nervous.
"This is my biggest secret," the Fang Xin in the mirror said lazily.
"Don't worry, no one can perceive this king."
At this point, the Fang Xin in the mirror got straight to the point.
"The Elf King is about to awaken!"