Amidst the light drizzle, Qing Mao mountain appeared even greener than usual.
Fang Yuan sat in his room, facing his younger brother Fang Zheng.
"Brother, why are you still so stubborn? Uncle and aunt had raised us with great difficulty these last years, yet you reported them to the elders, this is really an ungrateful act!" Fang Zheng puffed up his chest, standing in front of Fang Yuan as he scolded with a righteous tone.
Fang Yuan's expression was calm, his gaze was cold as ice as he looked around, thinking: "This dream realm is very realistic."
Soon after, he inspected his body, seeing that in his rank three aperture, he had liquor worm, all-out effort Gu and others.
Fang Yuan's mind settled, he thought: "This body's cultivation level is the same as before the Three Kings blessed land time period."