Early the next morning, deep within the tranquil bamboo forest of Flame Valley.
Han Feng sat across from Fire Cloud Ancestor, whose beard and hair bristled wildly. Two cups of tea steamed upon the stone table.
"The younger generation is truly formidable. Truly formidable."
Fire Cloud Ancestor looked at the composed young man before him, his clouded old eyes filled with admiration.
"You flatter me, Senior."
Han Feng smiled modestly. Without further pleasantries, he held two fingers together like a sword. A gentle thread of golden flame curled around his fingertips as he lightly pressed them to Fire Cloud Ancestor's brow.
His Heavenly Realm Grand Perfection soul force, like the most precise instrument, followed the meridians into every limb and bone of Fire Cloud Ancestor's body, examining every minute injury within him.
A moment later, Han Feng withdrew his fingers, already understanding the situation.
"I have a clear grasp of your injuries, Senior. I will remove the hidden dangers within your body."
While Han Feng treated Fire Cloud Ancestor's injuries, Tang Zhen, the Valley Master of Flame Valley, kept his agreement and brought Xiao Yan, Yaoxin, Qing Lin, and Xun'er to Flame Valley's important grounds—the Battle Skill Pavilion.
A building lay hidden amid lush woods. Above it, three words could vaguely be seen: Battle Skill Pavilion. "This is Flame Valley's Battle Skill Pavilion. Under normal circumstances, no one is permitted to enter," Tang Huo'er said beside Xiao Yan.
Tang Zhen stroked his beard and smiled. "As agreed, this pavilion will be open to you for three days. During those three days, you may study and cultivate any cultivation method or battle skill within."
Xiao Yan and the others' eyes lit up. They respectfully bowed to Tang Zhen, then rushed inside impatiently.
Han Feng had long instructed Xiao Yan that,