Emperor Xia's Dimensional Descending Strike

Zheng Fugui stopped and ended his cultivation. The bitter cultivation from before and the enlightenment this time had raised him to the level of perfection of the four realms in one go. Even his cultivation had advanced a step, reaching the seventh tier of the Zongshi realm.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Cousin, I've become stronger again."

"That's right!" Zhang Ronghua said. Looks like you've been working hard during this period of time."

The two of them walked to the edge of the man-made lake and stopped.

"Meow! Meow..."

Purple Cat's meowing came from the room next door.

Zheng Fugui turned around and looked curiously at them. He asked," Why is it so?

"My throat is uncomfortable," Zhang Ronghua said casually."

He asked again.

"Afraid?"

"Yes." Zheng Fugui nodded.

Chen Youcai was there just now, so it wasn't convenient for him to say anything. Only his cousin could say whatever he wanted.