The mountain road became increasingly bumpy; Liu Mang holding a young beauty, Luo Jie, in his arms was truly a test of self-discipline.
Gazing closely at Luo Jie's delicate face, although her figure was somewhat lacking, her facial features were quite attractive.
Such a girl was undoubtedly a potential stock primed to soar. Given three to five years, she might transform drastically and become incredibly tempting.
With the other women by his side sound asleep, Liu Mang yawned, closed his eyes, and soon drifted off as well.
In a hazy state, Liu Mang had a particularly vivid dream.
Above the vast land, countless people crawled in one direction, worshipping the ground with immense reverence.
Hundreds of thousands of people silently prostrated themselves towards a throne.
The throne was made of ordinary wood, not particularly precious, yet it radiated supreme majesty.
The person seated on the throne, Liu Mang not only recognized, but was also extremely familiar with.
