Fang Wang maintained a distance of thirty feet from the mysterious figure on the map; the smoky haze wavered, and the figure gradually solidified as if a ghost had appeared. Even under the bright light of day, it was quite eerie.
"You... what are you?"
Before Fang Wang could ask, the Green Snake anxiously inquired. It was more frightened than Fang Wang, on two accounts: one was out of genuine fear, and the other was fear of being misunderstood by Fang Wang.
The figure was blurred, only allowing for a rough outline to be seen.
"Junior, do you wish to lay your hands on the Heavenly Gang Saint Body Technique?"
A voice aged with time emanated from the mysterious figure, its tone calm.
Fang Wang, holding the Heavenly Palace Halberd, replied, "Wouldn't it be a pity if such a fine technique weren't passed down?"