"Senior Brother Fang, you've come back to turn in your task?"
A surprised voice came from the side, prompting Fang Wang to turn his head and look.
Fang Wang gazed at the speaker, pondered for a moment, and nodded, "Yes, you're here too—what a coincidence."
This time, leaving the Great Abyss Gate seemed to have been but a few months, but when including the time spent cultivating the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art, he had actually been away for two hundred years. Apart from those close to him, he couldn't remember the people he'd met only once or twice.
The other person came closer, warmly making conversation with him.
As they chatted, Fang Wang recalled who it was—wasn't this Zhou Bo? Always so enthusiastic every time they met.
