After dealing with the matters on the panel, Fang Yun no longer paid attention to issues regarding his mana.
After all, without breaking through his current realm, there wasn't much about mana that needed focus.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the small courtyard.
Fang Yun stood up, glanced at the blood he had just spat out, and his mana surged, rolling up the blood.
Then, using tendrils of vines, he transferred the blood into the ground.
In this perilous Cultivation World, it was better not to casually reveal one's own blood.
Even on this mundane island, Fang Yun did not dare to let his guard down.
He then left the room and opened the courtyard's main gate.
At the door, there were a few gang members from the Giant Whale Gang, holding the bags they had brought, standing at the entrance.
Next to them stood two maids, each holding two food boxes.
