The scene of Xuanyuan Zhou, wearing a mask and lecturing her fellow disciples at the foot of the Salted Fish Mountain peak, was now a pretty ordinary sight.
The knowledge she gave away for free in these lectures was incredibly precious and solid. Her insights into the path of Law cultivation were often so unorthodox, yet brilliant, that Han Xuhan couldn't help but suspect that she had gotten some kind of top-notch legacy from the Holy Land of Laws without anyone knowing.
But every time he tried to dig into the matter, she blew him off with a different, clearly fake story.
Today, as usual, he sat on his favorite boulder at the back of the gathering, enjoying the clear evening breeze and picturesque mountain scenery surrounding the lecture area. Suddenly, the familiar sharp whistling sound of something flying towards him broke his focus. A few seconds later, his skeleton owl landed behind him sneakily.
"Report," Han Xuhan ordered in a low voice.
