In this world, immense power, wealth rivaling nations—
All of these are worthless when compared to life.
As Yang Fei detailed the Martial God Space development system, he watched the expressions of the various Great Grandmasters.
Seeing their entranced looks, Yang Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
Plant a sycamore tree, and golden phoenixes will come unbidden.
With the addition of these Great Grandmasters, Martial God Town would truly live up to its name.
Just then, a group of young people walked into the Yinxue Tower Garden, trailed by a swarm of bodyguards.
The five or six young people, both men and women, ranged in age from around twenty to thirty-five.
Each was dressed in luxurious clothing, displaying an arrogant yet deliberately restrained demeanor.
Among them, a young man with a black mole on his chin had narrow eyes filled with a malicious intent.
Beside him was a delicate-looking girl in a dress, with a slim, graceful figure.