"A Spirit Immortal's heritage?"
Beiming Yong's expression changed, his brows furrowing tightly.
Within the eight World Heavens under the rule of the Beiming Immortal Race, aside from their clan's five foundational heritages, there was no sixth Spirit Immortal heritage.
In an instant, many speculations surfaced in Beiming Yong's mind. After all, in this stretch of the Outer Void, among the hundreds of World Heavens, there were no fewer than three powers that could rival the Beiming Immortal Race...
"Who are you, and why must you interfere in the affairs of my Beiming Immortal Race?"
Beiming Yong drew his giant bow, aimed it at Fang Cheng, and asked coldly.
Fang Cheng stood in the air with his hands clasped behind him and chuckled. "I merely saw an injustice and drew my sword to help, that's all. Besides, your great bow is quite impressive, Fellow Taoist. I've suddenly got an itch for a fight, so I hope you won't hesitate to enlighten me."
