Qingdu Mountain.
Time passed like flowing water, and Qingdu Mountain had firmly become a peak within a lake, fully integrated with the water veins and earth veins of the lake, such that no traces of it being transported could be seen.
Li Xijun was practicing swordsmanship on the mountain. Compared to his brothers, his talent was not remarkable. In two years, Li Ximing had broken through to the ninth layer of Qi cultivation through taking medicine, his cultivation level gradually nearing perfection. Li Xizhi had also broken through to the seventh layer. But Xijun was still lingering at the sixth layer.
"The last three layers of Qi cultivation are especially difficult. My talent is inferior, and I only managed to keep pace with them previously by taking some advantage. It's only natural that I've fallen behind."
