Chapter 210

After Fang Yu slapped Jin Jin Shitai flying ten miles away with a single palm, he stepped into his own Feather Peak.

His divine sense could sense the residences of both inner and outer disciples; that fellow Fang Han was not among them—after becoming an inner disciple, he had headed off to the Vast Sea Desert, a place many inner disciples of the Yuhua Sect had visited.

Fang Qingxue had once tempered herself there, and Fang Yu had once tempered himself there too; now it was Fang Han's turn.

What changes is the person, not the place.

Fang Yu vanished directly from atop his Feather Peak, and when he reappeared, he was already in a stretch of void.

Perfect World, Stone Village.

This was a village nestled within the Vast Mist Mountain Range, surrounded on all sides by towering peaks, the mountains around it lofty and endless.

It was early morning; the morning glow blazed brilliantly, scattering like shattered gold, bathing the people below in a warm, cozy light.

Fang Yu's body appeared in the void above this place. His divine sense swept outward, and he saw just such a village—within it, a group of children, ranging from four or five years old to over ten, were tempering their bodies on the open ground before the village, facing the morning glow.

Every one of these children was utterly serious; the older ones moved with the vigor of tigers, while the younger ones were also mimicking the forms, looking quite proper.

A muscular, powerfully built middle-aged man, built like a tiger or leopard, dressed in beast-skin clothing, his skin a bronze hue—looking somewhat swarthy yet very healthy—his eyes bright and piercing, swept over each child as he guided their training.