Fang Yunzheng, with a touch of restraint, stroked his fingers.
A faint light flickered on his fingers.
Then, three types of spiritual medicine appeared in his hand.
"Che, this is good stuff. Ninth Brother specially sent this to me to nourish my body. This half piece of True Soul Yin Yang Root, don't just see it as looking like a yam, this is genuine good stuff. And then this..."
Fang Che stared dumbfoundedly at the meeting gift his father took out.
That familiar feeling... a sense of 'I've just been done in!' welled up spontaneously!
Suddenly, he felt completely powerless to complain about Dongfang Sansan's twisted sense of humor...
"Dad... you and Ninth Lord are so close... didn't he tell you where these things came from?" Fang Che asked in despair.
"Of course, he did. These are all from the Yin Yang Realm! It's a place of opportunity..."
Fang Yunzheng was speaking when he suddenly squinted his eyes, sensing something was off: "What's going on?"
