Inside the second page's space of the Tao Book, Lu Yan activated time acceleration and put all his efforts into comprehending the Zhou Tian Huan Yu Map. With time passing by, he was becoming increasingly adept in his control over the Rule of Thunder, and the Zhou Tian Huan Yu Map inscribed on his body was getting more complex.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed in the outside world.
In Fang Yunliang's other courtyard, he once again summoned his elite subordinates for a council.
"No movement from the other few as well?"
Fang Yunliang asked in a cold voice.
"None."
Several youths shook their heads.
"Hmph, they're all cunning foxes, each waiting for someone else to make the first move."
Fang Yunliang's face was gloomy as water.
"Brother, perhaps, we can have an outstanding figure from the Outer Alliance Disciples make a move and challenge Lu Yan,"
a beautiful woman in a pink long dress suggested.
"What do you mean by 'make a move'?"
Fang Yunliang asked.
