'Lu Xuan's Tomb... Lu Xuan's Tomb...'
At this moment, a peculiar light flashed through Wang Zhiyao's beautiful eyes as she whispered:
"Huh? So this super-relic is actually a great tomb? Lu Xuan... That's the same name as that murderous brute from the other day. To leave behind such a ruin, he must have been a renowned figure in Ancient Times. Why have I never heard of him?"
Beside her, Zhang Jifeng said thoughtfully:
"I, for one, know this name. Every year at the start of spring, all the Great Daoists of Sixth Grade and above on Dragon Tiger Mountain gather to chant the name of an ancient Celestial Venerable... Fusheng Lu Xuan Celestial Venerable!"
"Fusheng Lu Xuan Celestial Venerable?" Wang Zhiyao's eyes lit up slightly as she savored the name.
Meanwhile, Chen Dao carefully nudged Lu Xuan and asked:
"Brother Xu, what's wrong?"
Lu Xuan snapped out of his daze, waved his hand, and said distractedly:
"It's nothing, it's nothing..."
He fell silent for a moment.
