Great Liang, Black Stone City, now completely enveloped in dark fog.
In the corner of a dilapidated residence.
Fang Xi's figure quietly emerged.
Not only that, but he was also carrying a sack of rice in his hand.
Indeed, it wasn't Spirit Bamboo Rice, but rather ordinary rice for the consumption of the mortals and servants at the foot of the mountain, casually purchased with some gold and silver.
'Taking these supplies back should be enough to fulfill my duty.'
Fang Xi stroked his chin, "If I wait a few more months, after the resources are exhausted, maybe I could trade rice for secret manuals. Just thinking about it feels wonderful..."
"Of course, no resource compares to an opportunity to save one's life... Sigh, with Black Stone City turned into this state, I should also plan my departure as soon as possible."
He discovered that his ability to travel had some restrictions, such as being originally in one place, and later returning to that very place.
