A few days later.
The high-speed elevator leading to the underground transmission hall in the Pocket World Blessed Land opened silently.
Fang Qingyu, holding Jiang Wei's hand, stepped out onto the polished floor.
Just as they walked out of the elevator, stepping onto the plain, several familiar auras immediately approached them.
"Qingzi!"
"God Fang!"
Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan had evidently been waiting there for some time.
The moment their gaze fell on Fang Qingyu, their expressions, originally filled with concern and inquiry, froze instantly, turning into undisguisable astonishment!
Especially Chu Kuanglan, whose eyes widened as round as saucers.
As if he witnessed something unbelievable.
He instinctively circled halfway around Fang Qingyu, looking him up and down, and exclaimed in his deep voice:
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"
"God Fang! Your... your aura... this feeling... holy crap!!"
"Martial Arts Grandmaster?! You... you've become one?!"
