Bianchuan City Suburbs.
Manor.
A bystander walked into the manor from the gate.
Along the way.
No matter whether it was the manor security or the workers responsible for maintaining the flora.
They all turned a blind eye to the bystander.
He swaggered along, heading towards the depths of the manor.
Until the figures around him gradually became scarce.
The bystander looked up.
At the end of his sight, a standalone villa in the medieval Nordic style caught his eye.
This was Spirit Intellect's home.
Her mother had died from a genetic disease, and her father lived abroad most of the time and rarely returned.
But for his daughter, Spirit Intellect, who lived domestically, her father had left a large sum of money for her to spend.
Over time.
This also became a gathering place for the Godly Humans Association's high-level members.
With a sullen expression, the bystander approached the villa step by step.
300 meters.
200 meters.
100 meters.
