「The next morning.」
Fang Han arrived outside Elder Fang Yuan's Quiet Chamber. After a servant announced him, he gently pushed open the door and walked in.
The scent of sandalwood wafted through the room. Elder Fang Yuan wasn't seated at his desk sipping tea as usual. Instead, he stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back. Hearing footsteps, he slowly turned around.
His usually stern face now wore a look of pleased satisfaction.
His gaze was intense as he carefully sized up Fang Han, as if appraising a piece of peerless, uncut jade. He nodded repeatedly.
"Excellent, my boy! You've truly given me a wonderful surprise. To think your Qingfeng Swordsmanship has already reached Perfection!"
Elder Fang Yuan's voice was resonant, filled with an excitement he couldn't suppress.
"And you did it with a Middle Stage of Bone Refining cultivation, defeating Lin Hu, who's in the Late Stage of Bone Refining!"
