Before long, Fang Yu received the address sent by Fan Tong.
"Moon Bar?"
Fang Yu took a glance and seemed to have a slight impression. Eight years ago, this bar already existed, and it was a popular spot frequented by night club enthusiasts.
However, he did not expect Fan Tong to be working at this bar.
...
At this moment, Fang Yu raised his hand and took a faint look.
His gaze slightly stirred, and a faint golden glow appeared on his fist.
"Eight years ago, I had only practiced superficially and possessed the Iron Fist, dominating Jiangzhou yet deemed a failure by the Martial Arts community. And now that I've entered the path of Cultivation... I will take back everything I've lost!"
Saying this, Fang Yu began to change his clothes.
Thud thud—
There was a knock at the door.
Fang Yu wore a puzzled expression; it was nearly evening, who could it be?
"Please come in."
The door creaked open.
