Fan Kun had transmigrated to the Primordial World.
When others were working hard to cultivate, he just wanted to sleep in.
"My dear disciple! Let’s not sleep anymore and listen to Master’s lecture, okay?”
Fan Kun: "Masters, you can go preach to the other junior brothers. I just want to sleep. Hu ~~~"
"Master, I only slept for two hours. Eldest Senior Brother has slept for a thousand years.”
Bang! Three slaps landed almost at the same time.
"Can you compare to your Eldest Senior Brother?" Go into seclusion for a thousand years and don’t come out.”
Abundant Treasures shed tears of grievance, leaving behind a lonely figure.
Many years later, when Fan Kun stood at the top of the world and looked at the dumbfounded figures behind him, he smiled slightly.