“Yi! The stele’s surface!” Before Han Li could clearly see what was happening, Old Man Fu suddenly pointed at the back of the cracking stone and shouted out in alarm.

Han Li raised his brow. If he remembered correctly, there should’ve been nothing behind it, but the old man wouldn’t act without a reason.

He promptly blurred before reappeared behind the stele, only to be stunned by what he saw.

From the shattered fragments, there was a bright blue crystal shining from a few deep cracks.

“Spirit stones?” Han Li blinked, not entirely sure of what he saw.

He suddenly flicked his fingers and over ten streaks of sword Qi weaved together, instantly covering the top half of the stone with azure light.

For a time, fragments tore off from the stele and filled their surroundings with a grey mist.

From the sharpness of his sword Qi, it took only a short moment before the blue light underneath was revealed.

Han Li withdrew the azure light...