The stars shifted, and time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, several years had passed.
Qingyu Garden.
Fang Xing calculated with his fingers, realizing it was his own grand birthday in the cycle of sixty years, but unfortunately, no one celebrated.
He made himself a bowl of longevity noodles and took the opportunity to note down the grudge with the Blood Shadow Sect in his small notebook again, just waiting to destroy that sect in the future to avenge his family's original body.
Several months later.
Inside the treehouse.
Fang Xing sat cross-legged, suddenly feeling that the mana of the 'Green Wood Skill' within him had broken through a long-troubling barrier.
The 'Lush' Dao Foundation trembled slightly, reaching its limit.
"Middle Realm of Dao Foundation, achieved..."
