In an elegant private room in the Spring Flower Building, Fang Qingyuan sat in the seat of honor, accompanied by Wan Sancai.
Several young women were nestled beside Fang Qingyuan, occasionally picking up seasonal fruits from the table to feed him.
Fang Qingyuan's eyes narrowed in satisfaction. It wasn't just because of the beauties in his arms, but also because of the recent news about the Demon Tide outbreak.
"Brother Jia, it's been a long time since you've come to the Spring Flower Building. Many of the familiar faces here have changed over the past three years, but a few of them have never forgotten you."
Wan Sancai looked even more prosperous than he had three years ago. The Magical Artifacts he wore had also been upgraded to several exquisite pieces.
