"Using the power of a Pill Pattern to strengthen yourself."
Yang Xiao remembered the Rock Rhino Demon King in the depths of She Mountain. When it had stepped out of the cliff face that day, the entire mountain had shaken and earth and stone had split apart.
Looking back, it must have mastered an earth-aspected Pill Pattern.
"But," Li Hanguang continued, "gathering qi in a Treasure Ground isn't something you can finish in a day. You can't rush it."
He turned to Yang Xiao.
"The qi in a Treasure Ground is nothing like ordinary spiritual energy. Gathering it is painfully slow. Some people enter a Treasure Ground and stay for years, even more than a decade, before they can barely carve a single pattern onto their cores.
"You cannot rush this."
"When you're ready, come find me," Li Hanguang said. "I'll arrange the Treasure Ground."
The moon had drifted a little west, stretching the shadow of the courtyard wall beside the open gate far across the ground.
Li Hanguang turned and helped the white-haired old man up from the stone stool, then led him out step by step.
At the last moment, the old man suddenly pried Li Hanguang's hand away and roared at Yang Xiao, "Run! I'll deal with that old bald donkey."
Yang Xiao had no idea what expression to make. Fortunately, Li Hanguang hurriedly caught hold of the old man this time, gave Yang Xiao an apologetic look, and flashed out of the courtyard.
Yang Xiao watched the two of them leave.
Standing where he was, he recalled something Li Hanguang had let slip.
The Governor-General mistook me for Pei Xuance!?
That meant Pei Xuance had killed a Buddhist disciple of some standing back then. The Governor-General had dealt with the people from the Precious Monastery to