Assuming that the isolation chamber of the Old Flood Dragon would be heavily guarded by restrictions, Fang Chen never expected it to be located in a seemingly ordinary valley where even the spiritual power was rather sparse.
Ordinary cultivators would intentionally avoid such a place, just as mortals are unwilling to visit filthy locations rife with foul things.
There was a small stream in the valley, and by its bank sat an old man with white hair and a beard, holding a bamboo fishing rod as if fishing.
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