Just as he saw Yu Hua's gray hair, he came over with a hunched body: "See the Chief Justice."

Fang Che straightened his body and said with a smile: "Butler? Get up, I'm here to visit Master Yu Hua. Is Master Yu here?"

"The humble position is Yuhua."

"Oh...you are Yu Hua?"

Fang Che put his hands behind his back, his eyes drooped, and he looked down: "It's not like, my master Yin Shen Palace often says that his master is as beautiful as jade, his jade tree is as elegant as a wind, and he is elegant and handsome, and he does nothing... Well, are you really Yu Hua?"

“It’s right down.”

"Oh, Master, Master," Fang Che said with a smile: "I should have saluted my Master, but my disciple can't bend my waist. What should I do?"

"The humble job cannot bear the salute of the adults..."

Yu Hua was frightened and trepidated.

Fang Che frowned and suddenly said, "Are you expressing your dissatisfaction?"

Ning Zaifei flew out and slapped Yu Hua in the face: "You dare to be dissatisfied with the adults!"

Yu Hua was hit several feet apart, and his teeth fell halfway through a thud.

"Sir, please spare me... I'm wrong..."

Yu Hua knelt up quickly desperately.

"Are you wrong? Where are you wrong?" Fang Che walked forward slowly with his hands on his back. Standing in front of Yu Hua.

Zhou Changchun quickly pulled out a Taishi chair from the ring.

With a thud, a layer of clean silk was spread out, and instantly wrapped the Taishi Chair into a meticulous throne, placed it behind Fang Che, and said respectfully: "Sir, please sit down, sir, sir, do not be tired of this little thing."

"sensible."

Fang Che sat down slowly, raised his legs and looked down at Yu Hua: "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"I shouldn't have received gifts from Master Yin, and I shouldn't have received gifts from him."

Yu Hua knelt in front of Fang Che, kowtowing like pounding garlic: "I already know that I regret it. During these days, I have worshipped the statue of the Master of Yin every day... and asked for forgiveness."

"Image?"

Fang Che narrowed his eyes.

Wave your sleeves.

The door is wide open.

I saw a portrait hanging in the middle hall of Yuhua’s main room.

He was wearing the sect leader's uniform and holding the Blood Spirit Sword in his hand. His face was clear and sinister and his eyes were cold and sharp.

It was the leader of Yixin Sect that shocked the Southeast, the Blood Spirit Slaughter and the Seal Temple.

In front of the portrait, incense and candles are arriving.

The door opens.

A breeze enters.
Chapter completed!