The Confucian scholar chuckled and raised her chin.

"Goodbye Mei Bao, goodbye, the world."

Finally, it turned into light and shadows little by little.

Ye Zimei was so obsessed with seeing it.

...

...

Fang Ark sat cross-legged in Chuanwu Hall.

There was a rain of light in the martial arts palace, which was the shattering rain of light that was constantly falling as the soul shattered.

This means that the wandering poet, who has transformed into a vast body, has shaped his courage in the world.

Lu Mangran created this literary Tao, and the wandering poet preached the world with a wisp of residual soul, elevated the literary Tao.

All scholars in this world can cultivate their spirit, have the courage and even the heart of literature.

In Chuanwu Bookstore, a figure gathered out in countless lights and rains.

The Confucian scholar smiled brilliantly, spread to the martial arts world, and had a clear idea.

He bowed and smiled at the ark.

"I failed, but I hope you can succeed."

"Don't give up. No matter how difficult or hard it is, you must bring the human race to the top."

"Fang Bao, there will be no future."

The Confucian scholars dispersed, and the light rain in Chuanwu Bookstore was completely dissipated.

No mark left.

Fang Ark raised his hand and condensed a wine glass into his hand. The wine glass passed by in front of him, and the wine poured over.

"Sir, go."

"The future prosperity of the human race will surely be as you wish."
Chapter completed!