Nearby, the Fire Spring flowed, illuminating the Practice Field with clear light.
Qin Ming, dressed in blue garments, his large sleeves fluttering with the wind, appeared immaculate and detached, carrying a hint of Immortal Charm.
However, in front of him, a young man in white was covered in blood, his clothes torn and ragged, lying back on the Lapis Lazuli ground.
The contrast between them was stark: one close to an immortal, the other in a sorry state. Furthermore, Qin Ming's words left many from the Fangwai Immortal Land embarrassed.
"Young ones are indeed fortunate, they can sleep as soon as they fall," an old man from the Six Imperial Ancestor Court chuckled.
Undoubtedly, this comment made the elders from the Fangwai Immortal Land uncomfortable. Glancing at his sparse hair, they felt an urge to pluck it out.
