Meanwhile, in Magic City, inside the prestigious Wanjun Lounge, a young man wearing a black iron mask leaned back lazily against a sofa. Supporting his chin with one hand and holding his phone in the other, he looked at a clipped video of the "Big Stomach King" live stream with a faint, amused smile.
"Yang Fan, Holy Lord Yang..."
"So you were that slippery little fish from the Wuqi Tribe who escaped from the Martial Realm back then!"
Chapter 568