Today, there was a light breeze and light rain.
Lu Qing was floating in the air, allowing the raindrops to fall on his body. The raindrops then flowed down.
He had been waiting here for an hour.
It seemed like he was silent and did not move at all, but in fact, the range of his perception had quietly expanded.
There was indeed no movement within a thousand miles.
Except for some insects, birds, and beasts without any spiritual intelligence, all the others who could run had run away.
To the mortals, this place was already a dead land.
Back then, the Qin Army and the Liang Army had been fighting here for almost ten years. When the battle between cultivators affected mortals, it was a complete disaster. After ten years of this, there would really be no one left.
Countless mortals were killed or injured, while those who didn't die would choose to run as far away as possible when they sensed the impending natural disasters and had no way to resist them.
