Fu Yunhe, upon hearing Nian Shutong's question, replied, "It's not meant to be time or location-specific, lacking accuracy. However, the higher the cultivation level of the person, the fewer restrictions they face."
"So that's how it is," Nian Shutong couldn't help thinking of that summer. It seems the power really isn't bad.
Between the two, calm was restored, only Nian Shutong kept eating.
Puddings, potato chips, spicy strips all in one go.
Garlic sausage, stewed chicken feet, soy-sauce beef—all eaten without feeling stuffed.
A bit of peanuts, paired with a pot of fine wine, gazing at the starry sky outside the starship, how beautiful.
All along the way, Nian Shutong totally enjoyed it, and Fu Yunhe wasn't sleepy either, speeding up towards the Black Market.
After about four hours, the starship came to a stop.
"We've arrived?"
Nian Shutong put down the wine jug in her hand and looked at the scenery in front of her.
It seemed there was no road left.
