The thunderous Saint Language made Li Fugui take a few steps back, and his legs went weak.
At a certain moment, he gulped and felt as if he had become the chosen one and had arrived at the fairyland in the clouds...
His real life had just begun!
There were immortal palaces, true dragons, Holy Medicine, and even endless opportunities here. He just had to pick anything and he would receive endless benefits.
As long as he gained the favor of the dragon spirit, it would bestow all of its wealth upon him. He would be able to begin a new chapter on the path of Spiritual Cultivation.
He would step on Bazhun'an and punch Elder Dao...
Li Fugui's dream life: I am the only one who has a small world. Li Fugui's mind was already filled with millions of words and hot-blooded images.
Of course, as an intelligence officer, he had undergone high-intensity temptation training, so it was difficult for him to lose himself.
Yuan Mansion space? No!
