"He went to the Lu Kingdom?"
Yu Wen Tai's heart seemed to grasp something instantly.
"He's in my 'hometown'?! Maybe he has some connection with the Yuwen Clan, which has led to such a deep causal relationship between us?"
"Who would've thought we're actually 'fellow villagers'? Interesting... truly interesting!"
The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a hint of inexplicable smile.
In the past two years, he had gone out more than once, but it ultimately proved that he had gone in the wrong direction and hadn't found any trace of Lord Qingxu.
But this time, he had a premonition that he might have truly found the right one.
...
A month later.
Yun Province, on Panlong Ridge.
Layers of forest-white radiance rippled like water waves, overlapping like fish scales, densely packed like a net.
In these two years, Zhang Yao had been intensely cultivating the "Desolate Soul-shaking Divine Light," pushing the profundity of this divine soul dao skill to over 80%.
