Earth Virtue shifted in the shadows, the Demon Race tested Lunar Yin, and several more battles of dragons and tigers unfolded.
Fang Qing traveled through mountains and rivers with Fang Daoling, carrying himself with an airy, transcendent grace.
Upon arriving at Chutai, they saw distant buildings wreathed in white mist, arranged with considerable curious charm.
"Back then, this old man formed a bond with the Fang Family over a single jujube tree. It was merely a Qi Ingestion spirit root.
"Now that this old man has obtained a Divine Ability and your Dao Foundation is gradually reaching completion, perhaps one day you may seek the path of Divine Abilities as well." Fang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, speaking as though overcome with sentiment.
"Senior was fair and honest in those days. My family elders were all deeply grateful."
Fang Daoling hastily said he would not dare. "Besides, although I was fortunate enough to achieve Dao Foundation, the true essence I consumed back then was of too low a grade. I have long had no hope of Purple Mansion."
"Hehe, who can say for certain what will happen in this world? Not to mention that [Stomach Earth] has methods of ingestion—if, nephew, you one day find a strand of 'Heaven-One Generates Water' to cleanse your Dao Foundation, would Purple Mansion not immediately be within sight?" Fang Qing took a few more steps and said with a smile.
Yet Fang Daoling had almost no thoughts of Purple Mansion in his heart. Hearing this, he could only smile bitterly.
After Purple Mansion, cultivation only became difficult. Only after cultivating all four Divine Abilities to perfection could one hope to seek gold, and seeking gold likewise was not attaining the Dao.
Fang Qing was similarly filled with countless emotions. He slowly