Qingyu Cave Heaven.
Ever since Li Kunlun's departure, this sea area has grown even more tranquil. Time flows silently, the years slip away, heedless of anyone's will.
Seasons change, spring gives way to fall, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time is always exceptionally inexpensive for cultivators.
Li Quanqing sits cross-legged on the bank of the fishpond. The dam remains serene, as a gentle breeze whispers past, rustling his robe.
In front of him, the pond water occasionally roils, and after a long while, a Green Jade Carp surfaces, gently blowing bubbles towards him, its tail stirring ripples.
Clearly, Li Quanqing is somewhat distracted, lacking the heart even to cultivate or feed the fish, just sitting here in a daze, as if weighed down by heavy thoughts.
Swoosh!!
Finally, a Communication Talisman flies in from the western direction of the grotto heaven, slicing through the air with a series of whistling sounds, interrupting his reverie.
