The girl's hair had already reached her waist, and her figure gradually unfolded, no longer the flat and petite figure of the past; she had grown to be over one meter sixty, looking like an adult.
Thinking that Wang Xuan might have arrived, she felt inexplicable joy in her heart, and even got a bit distracted when He Fang was giving a lecture, occasionally daydreaming.
He Fang ignored her distraction and generously talked about the mysteries of Martial Dao to Puji's nine disciples. If he were speaking generally, he could go on for ten days to half a month, but now every sentence hit the mark.
A piece of genuine advice was worth a fortune, more useful than countless vague remarks, explaining from a single point and making these nine young people, with quite a disparity in their realms, understand. Ranging from very shallow to very deep insights, He Fang had to expend some mental effort.
