Fang Han stood before the Rockery, his gaze narrowing slightly.
Luckily, my Tortoise Breath Technique's breath-concealing method surpasses the other person's, otherwise, given a Grade Entry martial artist's perception, they might have already discovered me.
Thinking this to himself, Fang Han did not act rashly, observing the Rockery carefully for another moment.
Then he restrained all his aura, driving the Tortoise Breath Technique to its absolute limit.
Though he did not use this technique often, he had long since practiced it to Subtle Mastery; his entire body's Force Qi was retracted within him like dead wood, pressing even his heartbeat down to the slowest tempo.
His Blood Qi operation nearly stagnated, and his body temperature dropped until it matched the surrounding stone walls.
He walked silently into the Rockery cave.
Entering the cave, Fang Han's footsteps paused as he discovered that a whole other world existed within.
It was not crude and simple like the exterior at all, but rather extremely exquisite.
The cave passageway was wide enough for two people to walk abreast, the stone walls on both sides polished extremely smooth and carved with various patterns.
There were landscapes, birds and beasts, figures, and so on; furthermore, the lines were flowing and the knife-work delicate, clearly the handiwork of a master.
Fang Han's gaze swept across them, discovering that these patterns were not carved at random.
Instead, they were arranged in a certain order, extending from the entrance toward the depths as if telling a complete story.
The first picture showed a group of people kowtowing to heaven and earth, with one person standing in the middle and raising their hands to the sky...
The second picture showed that person sitting alone on a mountain peak, with cloud Qi gathering above their head...
The third picture showed that