Two months later.
Chengsheng Mountain.
Han Li leisurely wandered through the majestic mountains, strolling along forested paths, admiring the mountain springs, crossing countless ravines, and finally sitting cross-legged atop a towering peak.
Here, Han Li would drink the morning dew and swallow the evening spring water, watching the clouds of various shapes and forms while a serene and contented expression emerged on his face.
Atop Chengdao Peak, muffled moans echoed from time to time, like fairies in high song, or like heavenly maidens playing symphonies. The sound would resonate loudly on this quiet mountain.
"Boom~"
Han Li's combat ability was fully unleashed; at times, he would meditate quietly, at times he would engage in a fierce battle with his enemies, driving them into caverns, or swiftly traversing the void between peaks to silently watch the mountains and listen to the spring water.
"Husband~"
