Fuzhou Island.
In a wooden building on the west side of the island.
Han Liang opened his eyes from his cultivation and took a deep breath. The refreshing fragrance in his nose still lingered.
"The effect of the Vermillion Dispersion Power of the Wood Ancestral City is indeed amazing. With its help, it won't be long before I can break through to the ninth level of the Bright Aperture Stage!"
Thinking of this, Han Liang couldn't help but smile.
At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the person rushed into the room without knocking.
"I'm so angry!"
Kuang Hai strode to the table in the middle of the room and sat down. He slammed the table heavily, his face full of anger.
Han Liang frowned slightly, and a look of resignation flashed in his eyes. He stood up and walked to the table, sitting down as well.
"What happened? Why are you so angry?"
