Nest Mountain Lake was a huge lake that was 50 kilometers wide. Standing by the lake, one couldn't see the other edge with the naked eye; it was like an ocean. This lake also supported the surrounding residents, and countless people lived over the lake.
A powerful bandit was born here—the master of Nest Mountain Lake, Fu Xu.
It was afternoon on the second day after Fang Chong's death. At Fu Xu's residence.
"Sanyou!" Overwhelmed with grief, Fu Xu's eyes were filled with tears. "We had drinks the last time you came to celebrate my birthday with me, but who would've thought that it would be our last farewell!"
"My condolences, my lord."
"Brother, you have to take care of yourself! Brother Sanyou definitely doesn't want you to be so sad."
"Millions of people in Nest Mountain Lake are counting on you, Brother. You have to take care of yourself."
Everyone around him consoled him.
At this moment, Old Fu arrived with a child.
