That night, green wheat mountain maintained absolute silence.
With a Paragon holding the fort here, in addition to eliminating more than half of the rank-9s in Tiannan catacombs, at this very moment, the green wheat mountain area was extremely safe.
……
The next day.
May 1st.
Fang ping walked out of the room and suddenly said with a sigh, "Labor's Day. Is there a holiday today?"
Wu kuishan and the others, who had also just walked out of the room, were instantly a little confused.
Is this something you should be considering?
No, was this something a martial artist would consider?
To this group of people, there was no such thing as a holiday.
It was fine when they were weak, but when they were strong, they had guarded the defensive Sea Mountain for hundreds of years.
Fang ping did not care about this. He looked around. At this moment, Qin Fengqing dragged his long hair and walked over with a sorrowful face. He muttered,"Why!"