After Fang Qingyu politely declined the last person, he rubbed his face that was stiff from smiling too much and sighed helplessly.
"So tiring..."
Various commerce associations emerged one after another, each boasting about their benefits.
Guaranteeing your life without worries, promising to get you a Life Pearl overnight, offering houses, women, clubs, and so on.
In truth, Fang Qingyu didn't quite understand the latter part of the offers, apart from the first three items.
But their tone seemed excessively promising.
Without needing to understand, he could directly refuse them all.
Stretching his body a bit.
Fang Qingyu returned inside the Martial Arts Hall.
At this moment, he was the only one left.
He thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of advancing continuously on his own.
After all, the strong are inherently solitary.
Standing before the wooden man district, Fang Qingyu began practicing Pile Skill Boxing.
What Coach Zheng said was right.
