Bai Buran came to Yujing City seven years ago, and ever since then, he's established himself here.
The incident Wang Tiantian mentioned happened four years ago—at that time, Night is not bright hadn't even opened yet.
"He's a Daoist from Zhenwu Mountain?!" Zhang Fan mused, then asked offhandedly, "Did he see anything out of the ordinary?"
"That Daoist said Building A1 is built on a special spot. East University sits right atop a Dragon Vein, but the mouth of this vein is marred by a poisonous sore."
"A1 teaching building was built right over that sore—an evil act, a capital crime." Wang Tiantian's voice was grave.
"Dragon Vein…"
Zhang Fan fell silent. To a cultivator, Dragon Veins weren't just wind and water treasures created by heaven and earth—they determined life and death, foretold fortune and calamity, disrupted Yin and Yang, held secrets of fate.
He remembered seeing a record about Dragon Veins in the Dao Secret Record.
