On the mountain peak, the little hedgehog hurriedly rummaged through the books.
Chen Xu brushed his palm near the Red Mud Small Stove, simultaneously performing the Spirit Roasting Eight Techniques to control the fire and stimulate the medicinal properties of the Jade Needle Grass in the pottery jar.
At this moment, the sunset was halfway down, and the small village beneath the cloud cliffs, which had been ravaged by a great fire, lay silent and still.
Yet, on the eastern side, the dense forest stretched out lushly, with the wind brushing through the pine waves like the sound of blue waves.
Occasionally, bird chirps and faint insect sounds could be heard.
Wei Yuan pulled out a pile of books and placed them on the large rock beside him, with his heart pounding with excitement, he eagerly called out to Chen Xu:
"Mr. Chen, look at these books of mine. My cultivation has broken through, and I can take two more books out of the box.
