Heaven and Earth's Primordial Qi Gathers

"Looks like you've recovered well?" Li Qing looked Fang Han up and down, surprise flickering in his eyes.

Three months ago, when he had left home, Fang Han had been too weak to get out of bed.

Yet the Fang Han standing before him now looked even more vigorous than most healthy people.

His complexion was rosy, and his eyes shone with energy. He showed no sign of having just recovered from a grave illness.

Fang Han smiled faintly. "I had to get better as soon as I could if I wanted revenge, didn't I?"

Li Qing gave a heartfelt exclamation of praise. "That's the spirit, lad!"

Then his expression turned grave. "I went to Qingyuan County this time, and I learned what was behind the theft of your Creation."

"Do you remember Fan Cheng?"

Fang Han thought for a moment, then nodded. "Of course. He's my cousin."

"Hmph. That brat has already become a disciple of Shao Lingxu, a master of the Yin-Yang School. Now he's gone to the Sacred Capital to study and cultivate, bold as brass."

"And it happened not long after your Creation was stolen!"

Fang Han's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through them. "I know a little about my cousin. His aptitude is mediocre, and so is his character. The Fan Clan is only a small local clan in Qingyuan County. How could he rise to the heavens in a single step and become Shao Lingxu's disciple?"

Li Qing slapped his thigh. "Exactly! It was plainly an exchange of favors!"

"More importantly, the Fan Clan made no attempt to hide it. They took pride in it."

"At the lavish banquet they held to celebrate Fan Cheng, his parents even brought the matter up themselves before all the guests, and they sounded rather proud of