After surveying the general situation of the Holy Temple, Yang Fan immediately noticed a bare tree trunk halfway up the mountain, where Xiang Nantian was currently hanging; his head drooped listlessly as if meditating.
Honestly, Xiang Nantian was quite something, a Sect Master of the First Grade Immortal Sect who could still find the heart to meditate in such a predicament!
"Sect Master Xiang, it's been a while. Since when did you enjoy climbing to high places to enjoy the view?"
Yang Fan maneuvered the flying boat to Xiang Nantian's side, then transmitted his voice secretly.
Xiang Nantian wasn't asleep, for being in such a position, sleeping would be a fool's dream. After hearing the sarcastic words in his ear, Xiang Nantian opened his eyes but, looked around found no sign of anyone.
"Don't look around, be careful not to expose yourself. I'm curious, Sect Master Xiang, when did you acquire this hobby?"
"Yang Fan?" Xiang Nantian asked softly.
