In the quiet room at the third branch peak of Snowy Mountain.
It was fine weather outside. Clear blue sky, refreshing air and tall white snowy mountains combined to form a tranquil and boundless view.
The fragrance of tea filled the quiet room.
Fang Yuan was gasping as he lay down with his body full of injuries; thin streams of zombie blood flowed out from the wounds and accumulated on the ground.
However, he did not care and also did not feel any pain. Seven minutes had gone by already since he had closed his eyes to rest.
Besides him, there were three others in the quiet room.
Tai Bai Yun Sheng was standing next to Fang Yuan, quickly moving his hands, emitting rays of black light that were healing Fang Yuan's injuries.
Fairy Li Shan was sitting at her old spot beside the window, absent-mindedly brewing tea, while most of her attention was focused on Hei Lou Lan who was beside her.
