Qingyun Courtyard's gates were tightly shut, and its Formations were fully activated.
Fang Hao sat cross-legged in the quiet room. Though his face was still somewhat pale, his eyes had regained their former sharpness, even adding a layer of depth from experiencing a life-and-death struggle. Returning from the brink of death, his desire for power and alertness toward danger had reached unprecedented heights.
