Lu Yang felt this trip to the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace was well worth it.
He had no idea the palace disciples were all so good at swinging axes and refining their bodies — that delicate figure could hide such terrifying strength.
He had only sparred a few times with Lan Ting, always keeping it light, and never realized Lan Ting too was a cultivator of tremendous strength, skilled in body techniques.
Nor had he expected the Immortal Palace’s rules to be so lax, leaving matters of love and romance between men and women alone.
Surely the Moon-Chasing True Immortal who ran this place was far-sighted and open-minded.
Admirable.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t studied body-refining techniques much,” Lu Yang said.
He thought over his own training.
He’d focused mostly on swordplay and spells, had little exposure to body cultivation.