Inside Songtao Pavilion, Patriarch Fang Lingyuan was practicing his calligraphy. When he saw Elder Fang Yuan burst in so frantically, his brow furrowed slightly.
"Elder Fang Yuan, what's the rush?"
"Patriarch, that boy Fang Han, he's broken through to the Bone Refining Realm!"
Elder Fang Yuan's voice trembled with excitement as he eagerly reported the news.
"What? He broke through… to the Bone Refining Realm?"
Fang Lingyuan's brush-wielding hand froze. A drop of thick ink went PLOP onto the paper, instantly blooming into a large stain.
But he didn't seem to notice. He snapped his head up, his eyes shining with an unprecedented light.
"Is that true?!"
"It's absolutely true!"
Fang Yuan's tone was unequivocal.
Fang Lingyuan slowly set down his brush and took a deep breath, forcing down his shock and excitement. He paced a few steps around the study, his gaze turning incredibly deep as he spoke.
