Fang Yun recalled every scrap of information he knew about Liu Shan and found several promising ways to strike at him.
Back at Spring Garden, with no government affairs from Ning'an County to handle, Fang Yun felt somewhat out of sorts, so he spent time chatting and playing with his family.
He had been too busy in Ning'an to spend much time with Yang Yuhuan and Nunu. Today, he stayed with the two of them, playing until late into the night.
After midnight, Fang Yun went to the edge of Spring Garden's bamboo grove, took out a Flood Dragon King's horn, then released his Lip Spear and Tongue Sword from his mouth to hone the True Dragon Ancient Sword against it.
Fang Yun had two Flood Dragon King horns, each five feet tall, but he had used only three feet of the first one so far.
When he had been a Metropolitan Graduate, honing his Lip Spear and Tongue Sword with a Flood Dragon King's horn had been extremely effective, allowing it to advance rapidly.
Now, the True Dragon Ancient Sword had grown so powerful that honing it with a Flood Dragon King's horn was far less effective than before. For Fang Yun, it amounted to wasting time.
After a moment's thought, Fang Yun took out a two-and-a-half-foot section of a Great Dragon King's horn.
This horn had come from the Sacred Ruins, obtained from one of the Blood-Qi Lake-Containing Shells. Fang Yun had always been reluctant to use it, but now was the perfect time.
Fang Yun set the pale golden Great Dragon King horn upright before him and gripped it tightly with both hands. The tip of the True Dragon Ancient Sword pressed against the top of the horn, and the ancient sword slowly moved forward. Starting at