C3305 First Congress

Within six hours, the knowledge and philosophy of the poets in the reserve of the Nine Great Empires had been completely swallowed by Meng Fan.

In the middle of a ruin in the capital, Meng Fan was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. He said lightly: "Ming Yi."

Dragon City, Mansion of Destiny.

Patriarch Mingyi, who was chatting with a few Pavilion Elders, turned around and nodded