Fang Qingyu didn't look at them again, and walked straight out of the range of the force field, heading toward a resting house prepared specially for him in the depths of the factory area.
His steps were light, and he pushed open the door.
The lights inside were dim.
On the living room sofa, Jiang Wei was curled up, covered with a thin blanket, her fiery red hair spread on the cushion, breathing evenly, evidently deep in sleep.
Fang Qingyu's gaze instantly softened.
Silently passing through the living room, he pushed open a thick door, entering the underground cultivation chamber.
The heavy door closed behind him, isolating him from the outside world.
The light in the cultivation chamber was soft, with a simple layout, and only a meditation mat in the center.
Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.
In the depths of his consciousness, a glowing atlas of power appeared clearly before him.
[Skill Points: 610]
