Forget it, I don't want to think about it.
Fang Che lay down flat.
Anyway, I'm too weak to understand much; whatever secret the iron piece has, I can't perceive it. I'll come back when I'm stronger and explore then.
If there's no reaction, just keep cultivating.
All the unsolved questions, I'll ask Dongfang Sansan when I see him.
He should have some insights.
But if even the Ninth lord doesn't know, then I really don't need to worry about it...
Fang Che made this decision happily.
He threw all the brainwork, like everyone else, to Dongfang Sansan.
If Dongfang Sansan knew about this, he might vomit three liters of blood: all the current Guardians are like this; finally managed to cultivate Fang Che, but he hasn't even been fully trained and has already learned the bad habits of his predecessors!
Fang Che stood up, moved his hands and feet a bit.
Then he realized that his head no longer hurt, without knowing when it had stopped.
