"Greetings, Master!"
Once again, the language was quite clumsy.
As soon as the manor owner saw Fang Yu, he knelt down immediately, kowtowing with a face full of devotion.
Fang Yu felt a bit strange; these people were indeed shrewd. Once they knew he was a cultivator, they came to pay respects as disciples.
"Your aptitude and environment aren't suitable for cultivation, so don't waste your efforts." Having said that.
Fang Yu headed towards the bustling market.
The manor owner wanted to catch up, but was stopped by an invisible force. This frightened them, causing them to sweat profusely, daring not to pursue further.
After some time spent sightseeing, Fang Yu found that foreign architecture and economic levels had already seriously lagged behind Huaxia.
No spiritual energy, no bustling population.
Everyone yearned for the ability to cultivate in Huaxia.
Finally running into a cultivator from the East, they were eager to know him, eager to ingratiate.
