After a wine feast, Xu Fan embarked on his carefree journey again.
As for the war between the Celestial Trade Race Alliance and other alliances, Xu Fan didn't care at all.
Upon arriving in this world, he planned to stay put quietly for a million years to see if he could understand the Supreme Law Rune again.
The alliance of the Celestial Trade Race Saint Master clashed fiercely with other alliances.
Saint-level battles were fought every single day, as a result, Xu Fan could feel their combat fluctuations daily.
However, all this had nothing to do with Xu Fan. He sat atop a beautiful scenic mountain plain, watching the flowers bloom and wither.
In a pavilion, Xu Fan was sipping tea while contemplating the Supreme Law Rune.
At this moment, wave after wave of disturbance arrived, affecting his tea-drinking mood.
At this time, a message from the Celestial Trade Race Saint Master arrived.
"Old Xu, can you help me?"
