Zheng Jun stepped out of the Xu Family Martial Arts Hall. In his chest pocket rested a copy of the Iron Sand Demon Suppression Skill, personally transcribed by Xu Tianfang. Having been appraised by the Great Tao Martial Book, it was undoubtedly authentic. Zheng Jun was in a fantastic mood.
Watching Zheng Jun's retreating figure, Xu Tianfang felt a wave of profound melancholy. At this moment, the ancestral tales handed down through generations were playing out vividly before his very eyes.
