While Mu Weiwei floored the supercar, rushing to the residence of Painting Immortal, at the courtyard where Painting Immortal lived,
A fifty-year-old Martial Artist stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his profound eyes filled with a shock.
"How could there be a place in the Secular World where the Spiritual Energy is so dense?"
The Martial Artist murmured to himself, suddenly remembering something, and exclaimed in surprise, "This is a Spirit Gathering Array! It can continuously draw in Spiritual Energy from within a hundred miles radius."
Greed flashed through his eyes as he muttered to himself, "Indeed, the teacher has left the best things to that bitch."
As soon as his voice fell, he stepped forward, and in the next second, he was already inside the courtyard.
"Han Feng!"
Painting Immortal, who was busying herself in the courtyard, saw the suddenly appearing Martial Artist, her complexion drastically changed, and fear could be seen in her pupils.
