Li Qingmu returned to the private chamber he'd rented at the Flower Garden Tavern and sealed the door with a simple flex of his spiritual energy.
The room was quiet the way he liked it.
But its feng shui was nothing compared to his abode back at the Exalted Sage School.
He sat cross-legged on the wide bed, exhaling slowly.
Time to push forward.
With a thought, he unsealed his storage ring. Two items floated out and hovered before him: the pitch-black Ancient Devil Scale and the crimson Blood Dragon Horn that pulsed vibrantly like a living heart with veins of molten gold running through it.
Li Qingmu let out a self-satisfied smile.
