This rain had lifted a corner of the mysterious veil shrouding Luohua Manor.
The Yuan Family could no longer look at Feng Jun with the same eyes. They had originally thought that he might be a rare national master, but now, he had clearly become involved with the mysteries of metaphysics.
Xu Leigang was also meditating in the bamboo forest, but to their frustration, as Xu Ruofang's biological brother, he kept his lips sealed. When they questioned him, he would say, "I'm not clear on that," or "It's not convenient to say."
However, he eventually let something slip. "Right now, we're just following the Master in our martial cultivation. The Master has long since reached another realm. What realm? That I really don't know."
But there's an adjective in Huaxia to describe it, how does it go? When a person's skill reaches the pinnacle, it's called "the art becoming one with the way."
Heaven help him, he really couldn't say more.
