Spring passed and autumn came, thirty years flashed by in an instant.
At Wanxiang Building, Hong Yi had become a fifty-five-year-old man, which, to ordinary people, meant he was an old man with one foot in the grave.
Of course, he still looked like a young man, since he was a powerful cultivator at the Fifth Layer of Qi Cultivation, and such cultivators had a lifespan of one hundred and eighty years, making it hopeful to break through to Foundation Establishment before reaching a hundred years old.
He came to inspect the underground of Wanxiang Building.
Beneath Wanxiang Building, much construction had been expanded.
There were elixirs, Cinnabar, Mica, Saltpeter, and other medicinal pills made of gold and stone; talismans, ores, and other valuable goods, and even some cultivation techniques, though in small quantities.
The income over the years was not much, but it was enough for his own use.
