Passing through the bustling streets, Fang Qingyuan and Zhang Yuan arrived, one after the other, before Zhao Liangde's temporary residence.
What stood before them were no longer simple tents, but elegant buildings meticulously crafted by Yellow Turban Warriors. Rockeries with flowing water, Beast Cages, and fine living quarters—it lacked nothing and was beautiful in every aspect.
Although it was a temporary residence, likely to be torn down in a year or so, it couldn't be handled carelessly. Otherwise, outsiders might think the Southern Border Beast Taming Sect was shabby and destitute.
Day had just broken, and morning dew still clung to the tips of the grass. When Fang Qingyuan arrived, he realized he wasn't the first one there. Two other people were already waiting respectfully ahead of him.
They were all fellow disciples, and Fang Qingyuan knew them, so he walked up with a smile to greet them.
