Certified Farmer Li Nianfan

That place was like where Lord Pangu lived!

'The mountain shall be known as…the best Saintly Mountain and the blessed sacred land from now on!'

Ziye thought to herself. Qin Manyun took a deep breath and stepped forward. She carefully raised her hand and knocked three times on the door.

"May I know if Mr. Li's home?"

"Guests? I'll go answer the door!"

Tap tap.

Creak.

Dragin opened the door. She had flour on her face—looking like a messy cutie. She looked at everyone outside and smiled. "Hey, it's Sister Ziye. Please, come in."

Ziye and Gu Xirou smiled at the same time. "Hello, Dragin."

Then, they stepped into the four-part architecture. They saw the busy people in the yard. White flour was floating in the air. The floor was also covered in white flour. It looked like a mess.

Li Nianfan and the others were kneading dough. They added water to the flour and they had all sorts of stuff to knead the dough with on the table.