Han Fei lowered his head only to find that the hot pot was gone. He shook his head with a smile, stepping into the array.
Originally, Han Fei was not in a hurry to find Old Jiang.
But who would have expected that Guan Qingyan brought him to the place where Old Jiang was hiding?
Han Fei stepped into the array and found himself in a plantation. As far as he could see, there was nothing but golden wheat without any tall trees. The sunshine poured down on the golden wheat field, becoming even more dazzling.
There was a small road in the wheat fields and the fields were dotted with all kinds of crops, giving Han Fei a feeling of returning home.
In the middle of a strawberry garden, two wooden houses stood quietly, in front of which there were winnowing fans for drying melons and fruits.