Within the residence, Fang Qing was still reading and contemplating.
After obtaining the Jade Seal of the Realm, not only had he not left, but he had instead made a great show of things, waiting for those willing to take the bait.
By now, several groups had already taken the bait, leaving Fang Qing with quite a few things.
Fang Qing had gained Clear Understanding of countless martial arts and memories. Although they could not immediately improve his cultivation, these martial arts and memories were still a form of accumulation, enough to become the foundation for creating techniques and forging his own path in the years ahead.
Thus, Fang Qing was in an excellent mood as he waited for the next group to arrive.
After Fang Qing dealt with the demon priest Pichen, no one came throughout the long day. It was only at night that someone arrived.
The man wore black night clothes and a brightly colored wooden mask. His hair hung loose, and it seemed he had an extremely thick beard.
He was exceptionally tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a thick neck, and a rugged air about every part of his body. He held a wooden staff, jet-black and glossy, its material unknown.
The instant this man appeared, he viciously swung his staff at Fang Qing. Vast force surged from the wooden staff, as though he intended to smash Fang Qing to death with a single blow.
Fang Qing looked at the newcomer.
The instant his gaze swept over him, the void became incomparably heavy. Terror appeared in the newcomer's eyes, for he felt that the space around him had become an unimaginable mire. Trapped at its center, he could not control the staff, and even his entire body sank into it, unable to move in