Wind Peng Dojo.
Whitefrost Stone House.
Fang Yang sat cross-legged on a Daoist mat, his palms facing up, refining the Tier Five Spiritual Object: Profound Turtle Thunder Shell Water.
The Profound Turtle Thunder Shell Water resembled a small blue turtle, floating leisurely in mid-air.
Ripples of faint blue Dao patterns surrounded it, and a remnant of the Xuanwu's aura was vaguely discernible.
"Murong Chengfeng's legacy cavern..."
Fang Yang's mind drifted as he gazed at it.
He found himself gradually recalling the extraordinary woman he had dueled with in the bloodline dream.
She had appeared as bloated as Dong Zhuo, but was in fact as beautiful as Diaochan. The contrast was so stark he found it hard to forget.
He just never would have imagined that the Xuanwu Sea-Suppressing Great Divine Technique actually had a tradition of being passed down only to men, not women.
As a result, Murong Chengfeng had ultimately fallen to internal strife. Such a thing was truly a pity.
