Threads of spiritual power slowly emerged, filling the entire courtyard.
Surprisingly, it did not disperse outwards.
It was evenly distributed and enveloped everyone, slowly nourishing their meridians.
This process was slow, but there was not a single moment of calm.
It was gently continuous, long-lasting.
Fang Che lowered his gaze, looking at the noble sons lying on the ground like dead pigs, unable to suppress a slight smile on his lips.
This bunch of guys, indeed, none of them are fools.
Pretending to be drunk was actually just an excuse to stay here and absorb some benefits overnight.
Fang Che quietly smiled.
Is this considered scheming? It is. But Fang Che appreciates this kind of scheming.
The Door Opening Jade Token on his body was shining.
He quietly initiated the Infinite Scripture.
In an instant, a feeling arose. For as he was circulating the Infinite Scripture, the jade token shone even brighter, and suddenly there was a slight fluctuation in the air.
