Green Pond Sect, Qing Sui Peak.
The little pavilion at the summit had changed owners several times, yet it still stood quietly in the snow. The Golden Sun leaped up, rainbow light scattering in all directions; inside, a green-robed youth sat cross-legged, silently absorbing Spiritual Energy.
Time flew by quickly. Li Xizhi had followed Yuan Tuan to the peak for cultivation for more than a year. Qing Sui Peak was rich in Spiritual Energy. When he first arrived, he'd just broken through to the third layer of Fetal Breathing; now, he was preparing to break through to the fourth cycle.
"Creak."
Yuan Tuan seemed to have just returned to the mountain, her attire sharp and neat, cuffs tightly fastened. She glanced into the pavilion; Li Xizhi was still quietly cultivating as always, prompting her to nod:
"Still so well-behaved, Xizhi."
