"Seventh Heaven!" The majestic voice continued to reverberate around Yan Qing's ears, and his eyes were round in disbelief once again, as he was no longer calm.
Passing by?
The Seventh Heaven…..
At this moment, if Yan Qing were to still not understand Fang Zhengzhi's meaning, he really deserved to knock his head against the wall.
However, understanding was just one part of it. In light of the incomprehensible situation, he hesitated to accept such a situation.
Momentarily after, Yan Qing's expression restored back to normal.
His vision shifted gradually to the fluctuating picture, as his mouth involuntarily murmured a voice, "How did he manage to do it?"
…..
The atmosphere outside the Divine Rain Pond was a joyous one.
However, in the midst of the joyous occasion, an unfitting figure, who was sweating profusely, came running from afar.
