He had only watched himself 'building a house' for half a year, and the speed of progress was simply terrifying.
"Not one billionth of Brother Wan's." Zhao Xing watched the mansion that was more than half built.
Wan Ying's mansion spanned a thousand acres, with towering palace walls, more than ten million bricks and tiles, inside were pavilions, courtyards, main and side halls, gardens, lakes... In contrast, he could only condense a grain of sand.
"Hahaha, I'm specialized in this, and you want to compare with me?"
"Brother, don't compete too hard, you're a Minister of Agriculture, do you want to leave this Spiritual Venerable with nowhere to go?"
Wan Ying smiled, leading Zhao Xing into a hall to sit down.
After a bit of small talk, Wan Ying suddenly said, "Zhao Xing, we're about to enter the Desolate Third Epoch."
"I think you also know some predictions of the Divine about the Third Epoch of the Desolate Domain."
