RUSH...
A sound like surging waves echoed as the Dream World shifted and transformed.
When Fang Yang regained consciousness, he discovered that he was no longer at the Thunder Saint Academy, but in the clan territory of the Changkong Clan.
The Changkong Clan was one of the eight great Golden Clans, holding dominion over the southeastern part of the Xuan Domain.
However, no matter how immense a great tree is, not every branch can be equally thick.
"Brother Fang, this place of yours is so run-down."
Sen Suiliu... the young Saint Fan Liu, glanced around, her lips curling in disdain.
Fang Yang followed her gaze and surveyed his surroundings.
To be honest, the Fang Clan's residence wasn't all that bad.
It was filled with numerous pavilions, terraces, gazebos, palaces, and courtyards.
From the outside, with their overhanging eaves, upturned roof corners, and gilded bronze tiles, the buildings were exquisite. They were interconnected, forming nested layers of structures.
