Dongshui Mountain.
Disciples were cleaning up the widespread mess and repairing the damage. Down the mountain, other disciples were surveying the terrain, seemingly planning to build a road to the summit.
In the small courtyard of the Mountain Peak Dao Field, Wang Ping was brewing tea. Yu Lian was draped over his shoulder, flicking her tongue out rapidly, her eyes full of anticipation as she glanced from time to to time at Zuo Xuan, who sat opposite them.
Zuo Xuan was not in good shape. First, the abundance of qi and blood in her body from her recent breakthrough gave her face a feverish blush. Second, the prolonged battle between her divine soul and the Spirit Body had left her consciousness somewhat dazed.
However, these were all issues that could be managed with time and were not major problems.
