The phone chimed twice again at this moment, signaling cross-dimensional messages from the City of the World.
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[Fifth Young Master]: Big brother, you can’t just forget about me after going to Hua Country. When are you coming back to visit the Yuh Family?
[Fifth Young Master]: A few punk grandsons are still not convinced I should be the head of the family. Guess what, big brother, I beat them into submission.
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply.
He pondered for a few seconds and sent a message to Li Xini.
[Prepare to develop a side business.]
[Li Xini]: Yes, officer! What kind of side business?
[Tourism.]
[Li Xini]: ???
Fu Yunshen leaned back on the recliner again, closing his eyes to rest.
In the future, he planned to turn the City of the World into a tourist attraction to earn more money.
**
On the other side.
In the Ancient Tomb.
The four people had already arrived at the Main Tomb Chamber.
At the forefront of the Main Tomb Chamber was a gigantic sunken wooden coffin.
Di Wu Yue didn’t even need any calculations to know that resting here was the indomitable Princess Qiong Yu from over three thousand years ago.
Even in death, she continued to guard the lands of Luonan, never leaving.
"At the age of eighteen, some people had already been fighting on the battlefield for years," Di Wu Yue sighed, "While I at eighteen, was just a homebody. I’m simply useless."
"What are you talking about?" Xize frowned tightly, "How could you be useless?"
During the battle of the Three Sages, no one was tougher than Di Wu Yue.
They lived for a long time; only she was young.
"Hmph, of course I’m useless," Di Wu Yue turned her head away, "I am currently a body of debt."
Xize: "..."
He pressed his thin lips together, suddenly regretting his initial playful teasing of her.
At the same time, he began to seriously consider his feelings for Di Wu Yue.
A teasing affection for the younger generation?
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