Chương 1017: Disha

A few days later, Fu Daoxian started to carefully approach the place where Fang Xuan was cultivating.

Over the past few days, she had already found out that when Fang Xuan was training, he would send away all the palace guards. It was the best chance for her.

Pretending as if she had lost her way, Fu Daoxian's eyes were filled with innocence. While revealing a hint of a lost and anxious expression, she carefully entered the garden.

Not long later, she saw a young man sitting cross-legged in a small pavilion on the water. His eyes were closed tightly, and his chest, palms, and soles were facing upward like he was cultivating his internal arts.

Fu Daoxian's eyes narrowed, and her nose twitched. She could already tell the depths of Fang Xuan's martial arts from his breathing and heartbeat.