Leaving the vegetable garden near where Zhu Youde stayed, Fang Yi started to stroll around Yunfei Mansion again.
Along the way, Fang Yi saw some luxury cars, most worth between three to four hundred thousand—a status that wasn't too high, but certainly not modest. Seeing so many, he couldn't help clicking his tongue in admiration, thinking even the prestigious Hundred Immortals Sect wouldn't dare to come here for an inspection.
Fang Yi also lit himself a cigarette, holding it in his mouth and wandered aimlessly with his hands in his pockets, as if admiring the scenery. Perhaps a blind cat might run into a dead mouse?
"Ptui, ptui, ptui, what blind cat? I, Fang Yi, can see through everything," he said, lifting his head high, looking like a ruffian strolling through Yunfei Mansion, totally out of sync with the atmosphere of the place.
