C1229 Son of God

After leaving the flying ship, Yang Fan gazed into the distance, looking up, down, and around.

"Master, what are you looking at?" Bai Xiaoyu asked curiously.

Yang Fan did not say a word.

In Bai Xiaoyu and Yang Guanxin's eyes, all the tranquil and tranquil space that they could see was nothingness, but in Yang Fan's eyes, it was bright and resplendent