Half a year was ample time for the elaborately-designed wooden houses by the shore to look a little worn-down.
Sitting cross-legged on the elevated wooden plank, Miao Yi was focused entirely on his cultivation, paying no heed to the sound of rolling waves outside.
He had to admit that only with Yun Feiyang's presence could he have the luxury of living inside these beautifully-decorated wooden houses, all set by the scenic shores of the island. Before this, he would simply try to hide in the most remote places he could find.
There were a few times when visitors would arrive at their doorstep, but the outcome was pretty self-explanatory. As soon as Yun Feiyang showed up on his Mad Satan Bull, the other party would be scared out of their wits. By then, it was already too late to escape.
