On this day, Fan Dache's entire body was riddled with small gashes, and he was drinking at the wine shop with a dazed expression.0

Chen Sanqiu wasn't in much better condition.0

The five of them had joined forces to battle Nalan Yexing in the Minute Small World on the Ning Residence's training grounds, but aside from Chen Ping'an, the four others, namely Chen Sanqiu, Yan Zhuo, Dong Huafu, and Fan Dache, had all been made to suffer for their decision to challenge the old sword immortal.0

Fatty Yan had returned home to continue his training, while Dong Huafu had gone somewhere to wander around on a shopping spree. Everything would be put on Yan Zhuo and Chen Sanqiu's tab, so he didn't have to worry about budgetary restrictions.0

"Sanqiu, I'm suddenly a little afraid to become a Golden Core Tier swordsman," Fan Dache admitted. "Once I reach the Golden Core Tier, I won't have any guardian swordsmen anymore."0

"That's your problem," Chen Sanqiu said with a grin. "I come from a wealthy clan, so even after I reach the Golden Core Tier, I'll still have swordsmen from my clan to protect me on the battlefield. What a reassuring thought that is! I should have a drink to that."0

And so he did, raising his cup to take a sip of wine.0

At this point, Chen Sanqiu had realized that when dealing with a friend like Fan Dache, the direct and straightforward approach was always the best, and that there was no need to be overly considerate of Fan Dache's feelings.0

"Chen Ping'an has agreed for me to accompany all of you onto the battlefield during the next battle, so he's going to be my guardian swordsman," Fan Dache declared with a grin of his own.0

Even if Fan Dache were a complete fool, Chen Ping'an's intentions would've still become abundantly clear to him after so many sparring and training sessions together. On one hand, he was trying to enhance Fan Dache's cultivation base, but he also...0