In an instant, hundreds of miles passed by swiftly.
Liang Qu's consciousness shuttled back and forth among the Water Beasts.
The Summoning of Might instantly transported him into a lush, summer-like greenery, filled with the hum of cicadas and the intense heat of summer.
Though it was early March, just ten days past the New Year, Pingyang Prefecture was still cold. Villagers who rose every morning found thin layers of ice the size of pinky fingers frozen in their water jars; brushing their teeth made them shiver, and if they had a cavity, the pain was excruciating. However, the Southern Borders remained warm, much like May or even June.
"What a blessed land."
Back and forth, front and back, Liang Qu had gathered twenty strands of Long Qi on this land, barely visiting half of a village. The area promised great potential yet to be unearthed.
