White Moon City, the provincial government.0

This was the heart of Silver Moon province administration.0

No one knew that there was another ruin beneath the provincial government—the ancient Silver Moon Martial University. These were the ruins that raised the heirs of the eight families.0

Li Hao didn’t know what they originally contained, likely only Director General Zhao was aware of that. There was almost nothing left here now.0

Their most important treasure of the Eight Directions Seal had been refined into the director general’s replica. The two were now one, so the seal became Director General Zhao’s weapon.0

There wasn’t even a guardian plant spirit here. Perhaps it’d died, or Director General Zhao had eaten it. It would be a common occurrence for a plant spirit to die to the enemy if it never awakened.0

Traces of its former grandeur were still vaguely discernible within the ruins. There were classrooms, dorms, martial dao practice rooms, and laboratories. Everything that should be present in a school could be found here.0

Zhang An was seated cross-legged within the ruins. His eyes snapped open. Someone walked into the ruins from the outside world in the next second.0

Li...0