Cyan Luo Lane, the once lively and cheerful home of Fang Chao suddenly became silent.
"Fang Xue!"
That arrogant voice rang out again, like a thunderclap, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.
Wang Ping's face turned pale: "Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator?"
Everyone looked at each other, then turned their gaze to Fang Xue.
Fang Xue's face changed slightly, quickly went over to open the door, and respectfully saluted the person outside:
"Senior Brother Luo."
Fang Chao and his wife hurriedly followed out and bowed:
"Did not know the senior was coming, failed to welcome you promptly, please forgive us."
The person outside said indifferently, "No problem, Fang Xue is my junior sister. She came home to visit, so I should come by to check in."
"Thank you, senior, for understanding. Our humble abode is simple. If the senior doesn't mind, please come in and take a seat!"
Fang Chao bent even lower, his head bowed further, speaking with extreme respect.
