Water-Fire Rosy Cape, Big Rats

Fang Shu walked down from the mountaintop. Turning back to look at the hazy Ganoderma Terrace behind him, shrouded in mist, his expression was deeply complicated.

After studying it for a few moments, he once again bowed to Ganoderma Terrace. Only then did he form a hand seal and leave the domain of Old Mountain Lord.

He waited until he had crossed ten mountain peaks before stopping. He casually chose a sunken cave as a hiding place.

Sitting down cross-legged, Fang Shu suddenly felt a fine layer of sweat across his back.

Naturally, it could not have been caused by his recent dash.

With his current cultivation and the three ancient arts he had mastered, he could empower every movement with spells, without expending physical strength. Besides, even without magic and relying solely on his body, his physique was like that of a ferocious Qi Refinement beast. He could run for seven days and seven nights without drawing a single heavy breath.

Fang Shu drifted into thought for a while, his brows tightly furrowed. He muttered, "Could it have merely been my imagination?"

Almost instinctively, he looked at the object in his hand.

It was several feet in size, silver-white in color—a folded robe.

It was precisely the item Old Mountain Lord had given him as a parting gift when he descended the mountain: an ancient treasure of remarkable quality!

When Fang Shu had first received it, he had only had time to rejoice and offer thanks. It would have been improper to inspect it carefully before Old Mountain Lord, and he had also wanted to leave the mountain as soon as possible, so he had not examined it closely.

Now that he studied it carefully, he discovered that its quality far surpassed the ancient treasure thumb ring in his