Several months later.
To the east of Qinzhou, in Wuzhou, a great river extending tens of thousands of miles pierces through the southern part of Wuzhou like a giant ribbon, known as the White Dragon River.
In its waters, ripples moved rhythmically. Soon after, a figure emerged from the river, transforming into a young cultivator in green robes—it was none other than Ning Daoran.
After entering the territory of Wuzhou, this was Ning Daoran's sixth exploration of the White Dragon River.
"My lord."
Inside the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, Little Bai appeared and asked, "Are you certain without a doubt?"
"Indeed!"
With one hand behind his back and an aura of Immortal Charm, Ning Daoran said, "This White Dragon River accumulates an extremely rich essence of Heaven and Earth. Deep within its waters lie profound foundations. If possible..."
He flicked his sleeve lightly, and immediately a long sword flew out from behind him to hover in front, which was the Qiushui Sword.
