Fang Xi gazed at Zuo Xiaoxuan.
Ever since the news had spread over thirty years ago about Meng Zhuzi successfully condensing her infant, and joining the Wang family as a guest, the woman had become much more silent.
Although she wore a mask, the hatred in her heart probably hadn't faded...
Yet, he simply didn't care.
If he could watch the end of the Qing Mountain Five Righteousness's bond of brotherhood from the perspective of a bystander, it would indeed be quite interesting.
After Zuo Xiaoxuan left, Fang Xi opened his storage bag and took out the spiritual objects one by one.
Besides a five-hundred-year-old dragon newt, there was also a piece of 'Mysterious Dark Crystal' as well as some spirit grasses that were special products of the Mysterious Dark Abyss.
For Fang Xi, that was nothing compared to the bounty he could harvest from a single venture of fishing in the abyss.
