Inside the villa.
Fang Xing lay on the sofa, quietly watching as the Great Sun Nascent Soul within him constantly refined the Evil God Mecha Seed.
This refining process was entirely invisible to the outside world.
Hence, even in front of Xiao Lan, he could act recklessly without any reservations.
'Any technological scanning tool would find it difficult to break through the Martial Saint's Qi defense and scan the Martial Saint's internals... unless the latter is willing.'
Fang Xing's mind stirred, and he began to deal with his emails.
He had once naively thought that upon ascending to Martial Saint, he would need to show off and slap faces.
But in fact, after becoming a Martial Saint, the most important thing was to answer and make phone calls...
Various congratulations and well-wishes...
Some could be handled by Xiao Lan, while others he had to deal with personally.
For instance... his mentor Nie Ying!
And Xu Sanyang's as well.