Outside a secluded stone cave in Poison God Valley, Li Yuncong's master had appeared.
"Valley Master, your disciple Fang Du requests an audience on an urgent matter!" Fang Du called respectfully from outside the cave.
"Come in!" A hoarse voice came from within.
Hearing this, Fang Du straightened his clothes and stepped into the cave. It was quite ordinary, but the passage inside was rather winding. Only after rounding nine bends did Fang Du reach a stone chamber.
A meditation cushion lay in the center of the chamber, with an old man sitting cross-legged on it. His hair was half white, but his complexion was exceptionally ruddy.
When Fang Du entered, the old man's closed eyes opened slightly.
Not daring to hesitate, Fang Du hurriedly knelt and said respectfully, "Your disciple Fang Du pays his respects to the Valley Master."
"Speak. What is it?" The Valley Master waved a hand, motioning for Fang Du to rise.
"Valley Master, please look at this!" Fang Du extended his right hand. Resting in his palm was Huang Xiao's Small Iron Token, the symbol of authority of the Green Ox Gate's Sect Leader.
The Valley Master's previously unruffled expression changed when he saw the Small Iron Token in Fang Du's hand. He raised his right hand slightly, and with a whoosh, the Small Iron Token flew from Fang Du's palm into his grasp.
Fang Du's face remained calm, but his heart was anything but. With his cultivation, drawing objects through the air was naturally effortless, but he had no idea how many more years it would take him to reach the Valley Master's level. Perhaps he would never reach it in his lifetime.
After watching the Valley Master turn the Small Iron Token over in his hand, Fang Du asked quietly, "Valley Master, this