Fang Yu chose the guest room because he needed a relatively quiet environment to digest those memories. After all, the contents of this part of his memories were indeed too precious.
Night fell, and the stars twinkled.
He sat cross-legged, breathing in and out.
In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.
"I never expected to learn such a miraculous cultivation method in this life. Wearing Mandala for many years has infused my Dragon Spirit into it, increasing its power and activating the Dragon Spirit."
Even the Dragon Emperor reincarnated could not comprehend the mystery of the Divine Dragon Technique. He only knew that it was more powerful than any cultivation method he had practiced before.
"It feels a bit awkward using my past life's martial techniques again, but the power is surprisingly beyond expectation."
