For the next few days, it was a period of peace.
Aside from the occasional visits from Fang Mei, who continued insisting that Fang Da'ai had called her jiejie, Fang Yuan enjoyed a surprisingly quiet life.
What entertained him even more was the steady stream of faith points.
"Hah. If only everyone had been in some desperate crisis and my return happened to save them. I'd probably have earned mountains of faith points."
He muttered the words with a sigh.
What he didn't know was that, to many people, he truly had been a salvation they never expected to receive.
Ever since his return, the Matriarch had become astonishingly docile.
The entire clan was still struggling to adapt, some even suspected everything was an illusion.
An illusion formation powerful enough to deceive the entire world.
After all, in their collective opinion, Lin Zhaoyue was absolutely capable of doing something like that.
As for the details...
Ah, never mind.
Some things were better left unexplored.
