Following the guide, Fang Xing walked lazily behind. On his left was New York Harbor, a major port with an annual throughput of hundreds of millions of tons.,In a bedroom of the main building, Fang Xing woke up. He struggled to move his stiff limbs and looked at the ancient and fragrant room with fear.,"I'm back again! Hahaha!" Standing in this vast space, Fang Xing laughed triumphantly, crossing his arms.。