"With Father's strength, even if he couldn't obtain the Pan Holy Fruit, he should be able to retreat safely. I hope everything goes smoothly,"
Long Yan murmured and then left the Back Mountain, returning to his own courtyard.
In the courtyard, Yu Wuxia was seriously practicing her sword, with Huangfu Yingying sitting by, pointing out her moves now and then. Yu Ying was also present.
"Mother, Aunt."
Long Yan walked up and sat down beside them, his gaze landing on Yu Wuxia. He silently nodded his approval.
In these past few days, Yu Wuxia had made great progress in her sword art. With her current strength, even those of the True Martial Seventh Level were no match for her.
"Yan'er, Mother has made a robe for you. Please try it on and see if it fits."
Huangfu Yingying took out a folded robe from her storage ring and handed it to Long Yan.
"Sure."
He could tell, this wasn't a robe bought from outside, but one that his mother had made for him personally.