Beiluo.
Beiluo Lake Island.
Lu Fan sat upright in the Thousand Blades Chair and was playing Go to recover his Soul Strength.
The little Responsive Dragon was having so much fun from playing and spurting water at the Tianji Pigeons.
Suddenly.
Lu Fan's eyes twitched involuntarily in the middle of a Go game.
He put down a chess piece, making a light clicking sound on the chessboard.
Calm and poised, he raised his head and looked beyond Beiluo Lake Island. His eyes pierced through the thick fog made of Spirit Qi.
He immediately saw Ximen Xianzhi, who was gliding across the lake on a sword.
"Young Master Lu… Do you dare to fight me!"
Ximen Xianzhi held his hands behind his back, his clothes flapping in the wind. He was filled with confidence and a touch of the arrogance of a swordsman.
Ximen Xianzhi was not a stranger to Lu Fan. After all, Lu Fan had taught the Sword of Light technique, which was used by Ximen Xianzhi.
