"You are awake," Noa noted his arrival casually, dismissing the girls with a soft gesture.
"Yes," Feng Fan answered, his voice staying low.
The cultivator had just experienced one of the most excruciating pains, as the binding process had almost split his head open from the pressure.
Still, he arrived before Noa, waiting for the instructions.
"You are allowed to speak. I rember you had sothing to tell," Noa reminded him, walking toward the other end of the room for so privacy.
Feng Fan’s face shifted for a mont.
He seed pleased that Noa hadn’t dismissed his wish to speak, a faint smile dancing on his face.
"I have established the sect," he started. "I claid nearby land and nad it Fateless Order."
Noa raised an eyebrow. "Bold na."
Feng Fan, however, didn’t argue.
"It’s because the disciples I have gathered are outcasts, broken cultivators, like I once was. I raised banners, cleaned the place, and started building ho and training grounds. The training starts tomorrow."
Then he paused.
"Your influence is already at work. Though they don’t know who is aiding . I just told them that I serve the higher will, and they followed ."
Noa sighed softly, not saying anything for a while.
The silence lingered, and Feng Fan’s head almost went frenzied.
He was scared that Noa disliked his actions and that he did sothing wrong.
But as he was about to drop to his knees to beg forgiveness, Noa patted his shoulder with an unreadable expression.
"That’s great," he said, yet sounded unimpressed.
As if nothing could shake his composure.
However, Feng Fan’s heart cald, and knowing that Noa wasn’t disappointed put him at ease.
For now.
He vowed to do a better job next ti and help Noa with the best of his abilities.
"You will receive more from ," Noa continued. "Including money to support the sect and products to strengthen you and our new mbers."
With a flick of his finger, he summoned Feng Fan’s status window, scanning it with interest.
[Staff Overview]
-Warrior 001: Feng Fan-
Role: Founder of the Fateless Order
Cultivation: Spirit Severing–Early Stage
Potential: A-
True Na: Blade of the Fateless
Loyalty: 82%
Attributes: Strength: 72 Agility: 58 Endurance: 76 Spirit Force: 92 Willpower: 88 Perception: 67 Luck: 11
Cultivation Techniques: [Vengeance Soul] [Pursuit of the Truth] [Ashen Palm Strike] [Path Severing Blade] [Breathless ditation]
Seeing Feng Fan’s techniques, Noa exclaid to himself.
’There are so many of them. And his potential doesn’t look so bad either.’
Then he led the man toward the counter, stopped before the girls, and coughed before speaking.
"We are leaving," Noa stated.
It sounded like a declaration, and nothing could change his mind.
His employees nodded awkwardly, not expecting Noa to leave the store so soon.
Yun Qiqi was the only one who spoke up.
"Can I co with you?" she asked, begging Noa with her adorable expression.
Still, Noa shook his head. "You can’t. I’m leaving you in charge to look after the girls and Senior Bao. You can do that, right?"
The girl wanted to argue.
But hearing the responsibilities she had to uphold, Yun Qiqi raised her head high and nodded quietly.
"Leave it to ," she announced, her tone serious.
Noa squished her cheeks, which led to envious glances from Qing Xuan and Xue Hanly.
"I won’t be gone for long. I should be back before the shift ends," he said and nodded to the girls, as if putting them in check.
He wasn’t done yet.
Looking at Feng Fan, he demanded.
"Wait outside. I will be out in a minute."
The man moved imdiately, stepping outside the building.
As for Noa, he strode toward his room, his stomach on the verge of crying out in protest. "Give sothing to eat," he said to the system, closing the door shut.
[Sigh,] the system muttered. [You are overreacting too much. Just say that you are eating for the taste and that’s all.]
Noa sat at his desk and devoured the rice like a ferocious hound tearing into its prey.
"I’m not dumb. I thought that," he said between the gulps.
His chewing sounds echoed into the room. "I’m just too hungry to dine like a dignified divine being."
The system sighed again.
This ti, it sounded like a genuine reaction, but instead of arguing with Noa, it went completely mute.
Two minutes was all he needed to fill his deserted stomach.
Washing his face and cleaning his mouth took one more minute, and knowing that he kept Feng Fan waiting, Noa didn’t even increase his walking speed.
He walked out of his room, reached the store, and smiled at the girls.
Qing Xuan and Xue Hanly bowed as he approached the entrance, their faces devoid of any readable emotions.
Only Yun Qiqi bid farewell with a smile.
She even waved her tiny hands at him, wishing him a safe journey.
Noa winked at his little sister and barely acknowledged Feng Fan’s presence upon seeing him.
"Let’s go," he said indifferently.
Feng Fan took the lead and guided Noa toward the sect, the destination not far from there.
The cultivator demonstrated his discipline and reverence with each step he took, not only speaking politely but also showing Noa the path with utmost care, as if ensuring his maximum comfort.
’Hollow Jade City,’ Noa rembered.
It’s been a while since he went outside and saw what this world had to offer.
The streets were alive.
rchants shouted over each other, kids ran around aimlessly, and cultivators walked with practiced precision.
But slowly, the crowds parted.
A primal tension lingered around Feng Fan, as people whispered around him.
It seed like Feng Fan had already made a na in this city, and people already feared his reputation.
So were interested in Noa’s identity, but most of them ignored him completely.
The cultivator didn’t speak.
He was afraid to cause trouble when Noa walked beside him.
After crossing one street after another, the stone gave way to dirt, new fields, and trees stretching beyond the horizon.
It was silent now.
Five minutes later, they reached the small mountain peak, a wide trail of mist enveloping the slope.
"This is it," Feng Fan announced suddenly. "Fateless Order."
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