Xiamen, Wanwan Snack Street.
The vendors were hawking their wares energetically as crowds surged in. The aromas of all kinds of fried food mingled together, making even the air seem greasy.
At a seafood porridge stall, steam billowed... As the rising steam gradually thinned and dispersed, a hand suddenly slammed against the glass of a window in the old building housing the stall just above it.
The hand seemed to be twitching and struggling. It then gripped the glass tightly before scraping down it and slowly sliding lower... The bustling noise of the snack street completely drowned out the sounds from the small room.
In the living room, Gong Fanxing was boredly watching something called a television.
Not long afterward, a man pushed open the bedroom door and stepped out. Seeing him, Gong Fanxing hurriedly stretched her extremely voluptuous body, took some tissues, and brought them before the man.
The man took the tissues and wiped his lips—Song Kuangyin.
Gong Fanxing glanced into the bedroom and saw a horrifying dried corpse lying by the window... She slightly furrowed her brows and gently struck out with one palm. The shriveled corpse instantly shattered, leaving behind only a pile of gray powder.
Song Kuangyin stood near the balcony with his hands behind his back. A large amount of vital energy coiled around him like thick fog. Before long, all that vital energy surged into his body.
He turned around, and his features looked slightly younger.
"Congratulations, Your Excellency," Gong Fanxing said softly.
Song Kuangyin said indifferently, "A thousand years have passed. Most of My descendants now possess impure bloodlines, or are even worthless. Over the past few days, We found nine descendants with thin bloodlines, yet they provided Me with less than two years of added lifespan. What is there to congratulate