Spirit-Ease Blessed Land.
A stream of cold water flowed, surrounded by fine snowflakes and dancing ice shards.
In the midst of it stood a white-robed youth. His brows were like freshly cut blades, his eyes like lacquer dots, and he wore a silver-white fox-fur coat, with a Jade Flute Sword at his waist.
The sword was now a Dao Foundation Spirit Artifact. Cold radiance shimmered throughout its body, spilling outward in a ring of mysterious white light that carried a chilling intent.
This person was Fang Xianyao!
In terms of how long ago he had achieved the Dao Foundation, he had been one step ahead of Fang Xianyuan.
"Brother Yuan has been imprisoned in the Blessed Land all this time. He's truly suffered..."
Fang Xianyao sighed.
Most of what had happened back then had been done by the Yinshan Society. Even regarding the Zeng Clan, he felt that at most they were guilty of negligence in guarding him.
Yet somehow, all the blame had fallen on Fang Xianyuan.
"Thanks to the Ancestor's word, I was able to enter the Blessed Land and take a look... Brother Yuan was such a playful person, yet he was forced to remain imprisoned here. I wonder how lonely he must have been..."
Fang Xianyao was feeling rather melancholy when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
His entire body jolted, and he felt every hair on him stand on end.
After all, he was already at the Dao Foundation, with his spiritual sense extending throughout the surroundings. Yet someone had actually reached him without making a sound. Did that not mean that if the other party had wanted to take his life, it would have taken little effort?
Fang Xianyao's thoughts raced. He did not draw his sword to meet the enemy, but instead