"Sixty years, and the seas had turned to mulberry fields..."
Ancient Shu.
Fang Qing stood with his hands behind his back and sighed quietly.
At that moment, he had projected part of his Spiritual Sense through the Dao-Born Pearl and possessed a disciple, silently observing this corner of the world.
Then he watched Fang Daoling drive away a mid-stage Purple Mansion Sword Immortal and all but claim Ancient Shu for himself...
"To think even that brat's become a Great True Person... Still, going from one Divine Ability to three in a few decades is fast among Purple Mansion True Persons. Given the advantages he has, though, it's far too slow."
Fang Qing curled his lip. The Fang Family's cultivation of [Winnowing Basket Water] was blessed by heaven: they had not only Mystic Void Subtle Origin Lord, but him, Profound Abyss Moistening Salvation True Lord, as well!
A Golden Core True Lord held a Golden Seat, so a True Lord's favor was the favor of a Fruit Seat itself!
If Fang Daoling had shown a little more promise, he would have mastered all four arts by now, perhaps even reached Perfected Purple Mansion. Only then would he count as a true genius.
"But at least he cultivated those three Divine Abilities himself! That's better than Liu Qi copying my Divine Abilities in the Inner Landscape Realm!"
He glanced at Zeng Qingshui, the Vast Sea Sect master he had once casually set on the board, but had no intention of showing himself. Instead, he quietly sensed the Spirit Atmosphere of heaven and earth.
"The aura of decline is gradually fading... That will help the True Lords heal. Of course, it'll help me stir up a storm even more."
"But for now, this matters most..."
Fang Qing raised a hand, and a small