In June, the weather warmed up significantly. Fang Ning did not feel it, but habitually, he was a little impatient.
On that day, he cultivated for a while before he was bored out of his mind, so he snuck into the Draconic Arcane Realm.
Naturally, he arrived at the completed third floor, the remaining two floors were still in construction as faint sounds of machines clinked and clanged from below.
The first meeting of the Alliance had been held on the third floor where Fang Ning stood.
At this point, the area was filled with an entire plain of green grass and rows of trees. Seeing it filled Fang Ning's heart with tranquility.
Something was missing. There were no inhabitants. The whole land was full of nothingness, and a certain black aura surrounded some trees. Fang Ning made a note to ask Anderson about that.
A few spirits swooped in and out of the woods, seeming watering the trees.
