Fang Yuan exhaled softly as the last traces of lightning still humming in the air slowly dissipated.
He then turned his gaze towards Xiao Pei and his unconscious form, his robes were scorched, his chest rising and falling shallowly.
"Pathetic," Fang Yuan muttered, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed a quiet pride. "At least you did well, if eldest brother knew about this, he'd be very proud."
He crouched down, hooking an arm under Xiao Pei's shoulders and then lifted him up quite effortlessly.
"I feel like I've forgotten something, let's go home for now."
With that, he opened a void and walked into it. The air rippled like disturbed water, and both men vanished into the folds of the void.
A heartbeat later, space bent open again above Mount Skyhowl.
Wind rushed past as Fang Yuan stepped out of the void, landing lightly within the courtyard.
Nearby, Fang Chen was shouting orders at several disciples, assigning tasks with his usual strict composure.
