Chapter 32 Tianpeng

Three days later.

When the paper figure carrying a storage bag entered the stone house, a powerful aura rushed towards him.

"You've come."

Jiang Li sat cross-legged in front of the stone table, his back to the paper figure, exuding an unfathomably majestic presence.

"I'm here."

Qi Changsheng felt that if he had come in person, at this moment, he would undoubtedly swallow instinctively. Looking at Jiang Li's back, he had the sense of looking up at a towering mountain.

"Should I not have come?" Qi Changsheng couldn't help but ask.

"No, you came at just the right time."

Jiang Li gathered the pages of the manuscript into a stack, his back still towards Qi Changsheng, expressing an inexplicable sentiment, "Just in time, I've finished here too."

One man, two pens, three days, a miracle was created.

Jiang Li had done it.

If word processing had levels, then he was the strongest.

"Really?"

The paper figure hurriedly flew onto the stone table, carefully examining the pages.