The next morning, Li Tian and the rest woke up early. They were still brooding over the incident at the alchemy Pavilion. They couldn't fall asleep even after lying in bed, so they got up.
It wasn't time for dinner yet, so there weren't many people in the corridor. Li Tian was meditating under a snow orchid with his eyes closed.
The clear morning light passed through the branches of the orchid and poured down, like scattered starlight. Under the light, the man's eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were thin and dense, adding a gentle and beautiful aura to his entire person.
However, when he opened his eyes, the innocent look that was better than a little lamb was gone. In its place was the sharpness and Majesty of an Emperor. His thin lips were slightly pursed and bloodshot, and his dark eyes seemed to have a beast running in them.
Under the wushen Snow Mountain, the purple eye exploded, and a pillar of light shot into the sky. The Path of the Gods began to circulate.
