Upon returning from the Golden Wing Pavilion's base, Zhang Rongfang calmly stayed at home, spending his days helping Wanyan Road lose weight, going to work, practicing martial arts, and resting.
During other times, it seemed he had completely abandoned the previous actions of collecting information related to the mysterious statue.
He had watched the entire anomaly caused by the statue.
The feeling it gave more resembled some kind of transformative intensification.
Those metallic threads should not be something created in this era.
This strange sense of contradiction made his mind filled with thoughts, pondering what kind of existence the Great Spirit and the secret cults truly were.
December 5th.
The rain temporarily paused, no longer intermittent.
Li Huoyun set up a banquet at the White Smoke Pavilion to celebrate his twentieth birthday.
This was a private gathering, inviting only a select few to participate.
