"The last day of the year?"
Zhang Fusheng was stunned for a moment, suddenly becoming a bit dazed:
"Tomorrow is the year 2143?"
"Yes, foster father."
Zhang Fusheng fell silent for a moment.
A new year was about to begin again.
Although he had experienced tens of thousands of years, those were all during his cultivation time,
right now, a new year was coming in reality, and in a sense, he was about to turn '19',
Thinking of this, Zhang Fusheng couldn't help but feel emotional.
He still remembered that at the end of June, he officially started his cultivation at the Hongji Martial Arts Dojo, and it was also at the end of June that he completed the first deal with Uncle Wang.
From then to now, it's exactly half a year.
He had transformed from an ordinary person who was not even a quasi-martial artist to a kind of semi-god—
In fact, even ordinary Venerates might not be a match for him!
"Foster father?"
Ruan Yutu asked curiously:
"What are you thinking about?"
