Spirit City was the largest city on the entire continent.
It bustled with people and traffic.
The main headquarters of Spirit Hall had been built here.
It covered more than 300,000 mu. Compared to Earth, it was equivalent to nearly three hundred Forbidden Cities or two China Civil Aviation Flight Colleges.
Still, it did not matter.
After all, most of them were high-level Spirit Masters.
Such a long distance could be covered in no time at all.
Qin Feng.
He was in the eastern section of Spirit Hall's enormous main headquarters.
Inside a courtyard that looked passable enough.
He sat in a rocking chair. A breeze blew in through the doorway, slowly lifting his pair of Big Red Pants.
In an instant, a wave of coolness washed over him.
"Who would've thought Spirit Hall had every kind of fruit?"
As the rocking chair creaked, Qin Feng ate small fruits.
This was how he had spent the past half month.
Being imprisoned here every day was simply too miserable.
With food and drink aplenty, he had even gained weight.
It was fucking annoying!
He had wanted to experience the miserable life of wearing thick iron chains and being locked in some dark, damp corner.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Just then, sounds came from outside.
"Come in."
Qin Feng rocked in his chair, fruit still in his mouth.
There was no need to guess who was knocking—it had to be the young lady asking what he wanted for dinner.
"Young Master Qin Feng, I'm Qiaoqiao. This is today's menu. Please take a look and see if there's anything you'd like to add or remove."
The one who entered was a servant from Spirit Hall.
She was young, only in her early twenties.
Ever since Qin Feng had been locked up here, she had