Everyone relies on the Yang Family to make a living, don't offend the god of wealth over a quick word.
"Understood, understood! Thank you, Brother Zou, for the advice!"
The fruit farmer, pushing a cart of seasonal fruit, looked grateful.
The figure referred to as "Brother Zou" nodded, adjusted his rain hat, and said no more.
Beneath his expression, there was a mixture of envy and trepidation.
"Martial Arts Grandmaster..."
Truly impressive.
...
Boom!
Meng Chuan's short hair, like steel needles, was covered with crackling lightning, resembling a silver snake dancing wildly. The Thunder Pool around him clashed with the air, emitting a piercing sound.
As he descended step by step from the clouds to the ground, the magnificent thunder finally subsided.
The strong wind made the new sprouts tremble, and raindrops rolled down from above. Yang Yuelian held her hair in place with deft hands and stood a little further away.
