At Taichu Peak's compound.
Fang Mo was handling Galaxy City's affairs, with a mountain of documents piled on his desk.
There were far too many matters to handle when establishing a new city, especially one that would serve as the Red Rock Continent's primary safe zone.
Taichu Peak was now spearheading Galaxy City's construction, so as its leader, he could only take charge personally.
"Achoo!"
Suddenly, Fang Mo sneezed, interrupting his work. He rubbed his nose, feeling puzzled. With his current strength, forget catching a cold—even a nuclear bomb could not hurt him.
His consciousness followed that faint thread of resonance between himself and the world, immediately pinpointing its source before descending there.
Three women sat in the garden, chatting and laughing.
Watching the three women, each with her own fragrance like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, Fang Mo smiled. "The three of them have gotten together already? I bet they're talking about me!"
He had just been about to listen to what they were saying. They must have mentioned him earlier, or he would not have sensed anything. But then he shook his head. Eavesdropping on others was not quite appropriate.
He withdrew his consciousness and returned to his work, sighing inwardly.
No wonder those in the nascent soul tribulation realm all withdrew from sect affairs to cultivate in the Secret Realm. This truly consumed too much energy. The Tianli Sect ruled countless galaxies and had countless subordinate powers. How many matters did it have to handle every day?
Over the past few days, merely overseeing Galaxy City's construction had kept him so busy his feet barely touched the ground, noticeably cutting into his cultivation time.
Fortunately, his considerable strength allowed him to work quickly. Before long, he had dealt with the accumulated documents. After approving the last one,