Chapter 951: The Path to Hell

The Fortune Gate Ancestor's cultivation dwelling wasn't surrounded by rare spiritual herbs or fruits. It was merely the most common dried grass hut, built with easily obtained ordinary wood, simple, plain, very much resembling a hidden Shangri-la. This was something unexpected for Huang Xiaolong. In all truthfulness, he had assumed that with the Fortune Gate Ancestor's status, his cultivation dwelling would be grand and lavish, majestic, closer to a heavenly palace. Shortly after he...