Whatever, who cares.
Even if the sky falls, you have to fill your stomach first.
He then turned around, grasping the heavy stone gate with both hands.
Accompanied by a dull "boom," he resealed the sacred training ground of the Ma Family.
After doing all this, Fang Cheng lowered his head to look at the charred shoulder bag in his hand, and the remnants of clothes inside that had long crumbled into powder.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly clasped his hands together and rubbed vigorously.
With a faint sound, the canvas bag that had completed its historical mission, along with the clothes inside, was instantly annihilated by the golden True Qi escaping from his palm.
He opened his palm, allowing the fine black powder to be carried by the mountain wind, drifting into the rain, merging into this mountain forest.
After clearing all traces, Fang Cheng, bare-chested and wearing only a pair of bright red underwear, stepped into the cool rain curtain.
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