Chapter 11: The Wonderful Realm

"Young Master, the Gu family is already aware of your return to the East Continent. It's just that some old geezers are still pretending to be confused, acting as if they have no clue. I suspect they won't be able to keep up the act much longer…"

"Today's welcoming banquet is a simple one, merely my personal invitation, nothing grand."

The helicopter ascended slowly through the curtain of snow.

The laughter of Luo Yu was solemnly interrupted by Gu Nanfeng's voice.

"Fatty..."

Holding a wooden sword, Gu Nanfeng said earnestly, "Just call me as you did before, no need to address me as Young Master."

Fatty Luo was taken aback.

Eight years had passed.

Memories had become somewhat blurred... Now, the only thing that remained was the hazy image of Gu Nanfeng turning around with a smile and waving goodbye.

Indeed.

Eight years had flashed by in an instant, and by that time, they were already inseparable companions.

It's just that Luo Yu came from a humble background.