In the dantian, the spiritual energy turned into rain and continued to fall drop by drop.

Every time it falls, I can feel my soul trembling faintly, which is the faint sound of the great avenue that is constantly roaring.

Feng Dao passed by Fang Che's room and could feel the aura of understanding martial arts.

So he quietly lowered the curtain at Fang Che's door.

The rooms here have no doors, only a thick curtain that completely covers the ground. When you lower the curtain, it is pitch black - there is not even a window inside.

Feng Dao walked out, and everyone continued to hone their martial arts skills.

"The other person should be very honest these two days."

Everyone is guessing.

"Boss, how many people did Guan Guan kill?"

"He said 100 million."

"Pfft hahahahaha..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Feng Dao did not smile, but looked thoughtful.

Everyone's laughter gradually subsided: "Tou, what's wrong?"

"When he said that he had killed more than 100 million people, his expression was very calm. It was as if he had drank a bowl of cold water."

Feng Dao said: "I was laughing at that time, but since he finished speaking, I have been thinking about his expression. Because when I laughed, he glanced at me."

"How to say?"

"That look is like a person from a big city looking at an old man who has never seen the world. Or it's like the look in the eyes of a smart person who gives the correct answer but is questioned and looks at a fool."
Chapter completed!