Assuming that the secluded cultivation dwelling of the Old Flood Dragon would be heavily warded with restrictions, Fang Chen never expected it to be located in a seemingly ordinary valley, where even spiritual energy was sparse.
Such places were usually avoided by ordinary cultivators, much as mortal men would shun a foul and filthy place.
A small river meandered through the valley, and by its bank sat an old man with white hair and beard, holding a bamboo fishing rod as if angling.
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