But these matters, had nothing to do with Fang Yu anymore.
The Xuan family was just a minor clan, and he didn't consider them important.
The top priority was to hurry back and check on his second sister and the others.
Ahead,
he could already see the streets of Sweet Flower Lane.
Fang Yu strode forward, heading straight for his home.
Under the moonlight, on the entire street, only his house was still with its doors wide open, flickering with dim candlelight.
A warmth touched Fang Yu's heart.
He slowed his steps.
No matter how fierce the fight with Lin Wu had been, as long as there were people at home waiting for him, it felt good, a subtle sensation that couldn't be experienced in reality.
Speaking of which, after several continuous battles, Fang Yu had gained a rough understanding of his own strength.
Compared to monsters like Hei Ao and Zuo Green from the Five Great Families with 500 blood, he was unmatched.
