Morning, Hongfu Garden, rooftop.
The waning moon had yet to set, and the sun was just rising; the interplay of sun and moon poured golden and silver hues over Zhang Fan's body, revealing the faint rise and fall of his pores.
Three feet above him, his Primordial Spirit sat motionlessly, allowing the golden and silver glows to flow in and out, seemingly inhaling and exhaling.
Rumble...
A strange ripple emanated from Zhang Fan, layer upon layer, nearly covering the entire Hongfu Garden.
At the security office by the entrance, Liu Fusheng poked his head out, gazing at the highest point of the building where Zhang Fan was, a deep, serious look in his eyes through the lenses of his reading glasses.
At this moment, even someone with his level of cultivation could seemingly see a towering mountain rise loftily from the rooftop, stretching across north and south, east and west, with an aura as if of a Daoist Sect, akin to the Profound Sect.
"Dragon Tiger Mountain..."
