A smile touched Fang Qingyuan's lips as he recalled the past. Childhood is usually filled with wonderful memories, but for Fang Qingyuan, it was a time of weakness and helplessness.
Recalling the help and trust Lechuan had given him, Fang Qingyuan finally took a crystalline jade bottle from his Immortal Mansion. After a few reluctant glances, he stuffed it into the birthday gift box he had prepared for Lechuan.
More than half a year of hard work had yielded less than three bottles of the substance. Back then, on Tu Wuzhao's orders, Fang Qingyuan had traveled to the Abyss of Black Soil. He spent over half a year collecting an immense volume of the black soil and moving it into his Immortal Mansion.
Even back then, Fang Qingyuan had sensed that the black soil contained traces of Demonic Qi and Ghostly Qi. He guessed the Demonic Qi was likely a remnant left behind by the Ink Flood Dragon of old.
