C447 Blame on Man

The next morning.

Yang Pann cultivated for another night. Although he did not have a breakthrough, he still felt refreshed.

"Young Master Yang, breakfast is ready, come have it!"

A pretty girl walked into the room, with her bright and clear eyes, and a look of worship on her face as she looked at Yang Pann, she smiled and said.

Right now, Yang Pann was no longer that useless young master