Three days passed.
Fang Han spent his days going back and forth between the Class A-10 Martial Arts Room and his home, occasionally visiting his uncle.
His uncle's injuries had completely stabilized. Although he would be bedridden for a long time, his life was saved, and there were no lingering effects.
This evening, just as he finished a round of swordsmanship practice and was preparing to return home...
KNOCK KNOCK—
A knock came from the door of the Martial Arts Room.
Fang Han pulled the door open. Standing outside was a personal attendant of Elder Fang Yuan.
"Young Master Han, Elder Fang Yuan requests your presence."
The attendant said respectfully.
'The Elder is summoning me?'
Fang Han's heart stirred. He suppressed his thoughts and replied, "Alright, I'll go right now."
He followed the attendant through the long, deep corridors of the Inner Hall, arrived at Elder Fang Yuan's courtyard, and entered a hall with a solemn atmosphere.
