"Tsk! You little fox. You know perfectly well there isn't enough time, and you've already made up your mind, yet you still want to bite off more than you can chew. Be careful you don't choke on it." Inside the small shrine, the Yellow Wolf Immortal grumbled as he pulled a token from his robes and tossed it to Fang Shu, then saw him out.
"This is my waist token. Take it. You may choose any one discipline in the Prefecture below the Golden Core level, and my name will be attached to your request. Few people will know exactly what you read."
Fang Shu hurriedly accepted the token in both hands and bowed in acknowledgment.
He then said a few more words. Seeing that his master really had no desire to entertain him, he left Yellow Wolf Immortal Mountain with a regretful look. Just moments earlier, the Yellow Wolf Immortal had asked Fang Shu exactly what kind of method he wanted to cultivate as a support in combat.
Fang Shu's choice had surprised him.
He hadn't asked the Yellow Wolf Immortal to bestow a spell on him. Instead, using the argument that combat should be settled quickly rather than slowly, he had merely asked for a hand lệnh, so he could enter the Scripture Pavilion, which only the Prefecture's direct disciples could access, and look around to learn what methods the Prefecture's people used.
The reason was that, in Fang Shu's view, even with a Dao Insect at his side, mastering a formidable new spell would still take months.
And if he stretched out the time, he could prepare—but so could that Chang Family scion.
The other party had already cultivated the Three Lights Divine Water. The longer they waited, the more his opponent's foundation would deepen and his