Great Xia.
Linjiang City.
Six o'clock in the morning.
Yang Fan woke up on time.
He opened his eyes and looked at the twinkling stars on the ceiling, sighing with satisfaction.
The pattern was his attempt at drawing the Primordial Star Formation. Although he improved it daily, he always found it difficult to express its true essence.
To put it in one sentence—it has the form, but lacks the spirit.
Just yesterday.
The operation in Shapudian was completely finished.
The Celestial Mountain was transported back, and Great Xia monopolized this mountain without a trace falling into other countries.
The large-scale spiritual tempering of the Great Xia Organization came to an end, and the portal to the Cold Abyss projection area was closed accordingly.
Shapudian, which had been bustling for nearly a month, finally settled down.
Late last night.
Yang Fan returned to Linjiang City, quietly arriving at his new home, with his clone resting in the Clone Puppet.
"Swoosh~"
