Time flies like a white steed crossing a gap.
Mu Qingge has been in the Huan Yue Domain for half a year.
During this half year, she rarely went out. With nothing else to handle, she dedicated herself to cultivation. Sometimes, she sat on the platform outside her cave dwelling, gazing at the scenery of the Huan Yue Domain, and felt this was the most leisurely and simple time since her rebirth.
No more conspiracies, no more deceit, no more endless tasks.
On the platform outside their cave dwelling, a silk cloth was laid out. Mu Qingge sat on the ground, with a wine pot placed beside her. She wasn't practicing her cultivation or visiting the Cultivation Technique Building.
Recently, she felt the Divine Power in her body had been compressed to a critical point.
The mysterious old man told her that for these days, she didn't need to cultivate anymore, just relax and contemplate the great path of the world, calmly awaiting the moment of breakthrough.
