It was easy to assume the cultivation retreat of the Old Flood Dragon would be heavily guarded by formations and prohibitions, but unexpectedly, it was located in a seemingly ordinary valley where even the spiritual power was meager.
Any ordinary cultivator would deliberately steer clear of such a place, just as mortals avoid places steeped in filth and squalor.
A small stream meandered through the valley, and on its bank sat an elderly man with white hair and a white beard, holding a bamboo pole as if fishing.
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