Time flies.
As the month draws closer, the atmosphere in the valley becomes increasingly oppressive and brutal.
Occasionally, theft and private robbery have started to occur.
If not for the presence of the steward disciple maintaining order, it could have turned into a battle royale.
By this time, everyone has many blood papers in hand, and it's the wealthiest moment for all.
The papermen are desperately guarding their fortunes while glaring jealously at others' possessions.
The most outrageous among them are Xing San and his group!
On this day.
Fang Xing glanced again at the progress of the All-Complete Hand, sighing deeply, knowing he can't master the Ten-Perfect Hand anytime soon.
He took out a piece of blood paper, thinking with a hint of amusement, "Those outside think I have ten pieces of blood paper now, yet they have no idea... I only have this one."
Clearly, if he doesn't run before this month's task submission, he's doomed.
Yet Fang Xing isn't panicking at all.
