Fang Geyu knew that the heart of the spiritual vein of this mountain was right here in the Cold Spring, which was one of the treasures hidden by the Tianxi Sword Sect. Normally, the Five-direction Spiritual Beasts guarded the spring and rested upon it, and the spring was rarely opened unless the Sect Master was severely injured and needed healing.
However, at this moment, the witch named Arao was soaking in the Cold Spring in this sacred land of Tianxi.
She had sustained severe injuries, yet they were far from life-threatening.
But the new master of Tianxi did not hesitate to break the rules by placing her in this spring, indicating the level of importance he placed on her.
On the cold azure stone, a set of neatly folded women's clothing and stockings rested.
The clear spring meandered, the water pristine.
