Young Master Lu Will Finally Meddle in!

On Beiluo Lake Island, Lu Fan looked away from the Spirit Pressure Chessboard.

His wheelchair automatically changed its direction. From the terrace, it drove slowly to the rail.

Then from there, Lu Fan looked into the distance.

A gentle breeze sent ripples on the water's surface, while a thin fog hovered over the whole island. Suddenly, the wind and clouds stopped moving. Golden sunlight streaked through the clouds, casting a sparkling reflection on the lake surface.

On the island, ten chrysanthemums facing the sky swayed in the breeze, breathing Spirit Qi in and out.

That combined with the Spirit Qi Lu Fan released earlier, the Lake Island seemed to look like an Immortal's island in the human world.

Ni Yu poured tepid wine into the cup.

Lu Fan took it. The warm feeling spread to his palm through the bronze surface of the cup.