C878 Glue

Clang

Sounds of metal hitting stone echoed from the surroundings.

The obsidian s were everywhere, and there were cultivators wearing cuffs on their feet.

They humbly brandished their hoes, carrying on with the lives of their slaves.

Fang Qi pursed his lips, his eyes slowly opened, his eyes were dull, and he was deep in thought.

Since he was already here, he might as well settle for now.

Now