Fang Yu nodded.
Before coming here, he thought he could face everything calmly and composedly.
But today, upon arriving at this Dragon Clan's Sacred Land, he felt his heart racing.
On one hand, this place was filled with high-ranking masters, among them were several Dragon Clan experts at Saint Level.
On the other hand, his mother, Dan Rou, was trapped within the Dragon Clan's Sacred Land.
Fang Yu did his best to suppress his excitement and walked in slowly.
The room was serene throughout.
The screen, wall paintings, ancient yet distinct.
After passing the screen, Fang Yu saw a gray-haired old man with a beard, his face full of wrinkles.
The old man sat cross-legged, eyes slightly closed.
Wearing a robe with dragon patterns, his aura was steady and grand.
Fang Yu felt a jolt of surprise in his heart, it was evident that this was a cultivator at the Saint Realm.
