Summoned

"I wonder when I'll have that kind of ability!"

Watching a streak of golden light flash across the sky toward the Yang Mausoleum, Zhang Xuezhou knew full well that an expert from the imperial palace was exchanging blows with the Venerable One and the others at the Yang Mausoleum.

While he had been preening over his Law Power's lock-on range of over four hundred meters, those at the very top had already been battling with Techniques across dozens of miles.

Of course, a battle at that distance was nothing unusual. After all, top-level Incantation Techniques could clash across more than a thousand miles, and Fortune Techniques could also be cast from a thousand miles away.

But all of those things were beyond Zhang Xuezhou's present abilities.

"Cousin's Southern Brightness Fire seems to be able to spread a long way. It's a shame that Fire Technique doesn't suit me, and I don't have the ability to adapt it for Yin-Yang School cultivation. Forget it, forget it. I'll just wait for the Yellow Sand Technique Master Dong is adapting!"

Zhang Xuezhou spent quite a while envying him before obediently settling down at the window to watch again.

Having finally escaped Grand Astrologer Sima's attention, Zhang Xuezhou had no intention of sending his Yang Corporeal Soul out to wander around.

He even thought he ought to be more careful, lest he give himself away.

"If I get a chance, I need to sound Grand Astrologer Sima out and find out the secrets of that Technique of his. If he catches my real body with it someday, I'll be in serious trouble!"

Zhang Xuezhou muttered to himself. In the end, he shut the window and paid no more attention to the affairs, great or small, of this winter night.

By the dim yellow light