This was indeed a place with good Feng Shui. Standing in the array, one would feel full of spirit and spiritual energy, and a warm feeling spread all over the body.
Ji Shuisheng followed the map drawn by Su Qing to the center of the array. He stabbed the treasured saber into the eye of the array and turned it with force. A clucking sound was heard as the mechanism was closed.
He quickly walked to the dragon's head with the treasured saber, raised it, and stabbed it with all his might.
As his blade stabbed the dragon's head, the ground shook, and the mountain trembled. A shrill dragon's roar resounded in the cave, and a strong wind rose from the ground.
Ji Shuisheng couldn't hold his treasured saber, and his entire body was blown up. The muscles on his face trembled in the wind, and his hair was blown away.
"Shuisheng."
Qiu Yongkang rushed over to help him hold down the saber, and he, too, flew into the air.
