Fang Zhou, stepping on the Xuanyuan Sword, was flying back to Moon Viewing Peak.
After leaving Yujian Peak, the sorrowful expression on his face had subsided, replaced by calmness, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes, as if the final battle was imminent.
Everything that needed to be done had been completed, and personnel had been arranged. What followed was waiting for public opinion to ferment.
Fang Zhou believed he had done everything he could. If it still failed, he wouldn't surrender so easily; he wouldn't let himself be driven away like a dog.
Moon Viewing Peak was his place, no one should think of taking it away.
This was a deep obsession with land and house that had carried over from his past life.
After returning to Moon Viewing Peak, it was still calm here, not a soul in sight, but Fang Zhou knew this peace wouldn't last long, the enemies would arrive soon.
