Two months later.
Chengsheng Mountain.
Han Li walked slowly among the lofty mountain ranges, observing the shady pathways, admiring the mountain springs, crossing thousands of ravines, and finally arrived at the towering peak where he sat down cross-legged.
Here, he drank the morning dew and the evening spring, enjoying the clouds in various shapes, a contented expression appearing on his face.
Atop Chengdao Peak, groans echoed from time to time, like a heavenly maiden singing or a fairy playing music, resounding clear and loud on this quiet mountain.
"Boom~"
Han Li's combat ability was fully unleashed; at times he quietly stroked, at times he fought to the death with his foes, beating them into mountain caves, and sometimes he crossed the void, moving swiftly between peaks, calmly observing the high mountains and listening to the clear springs.
"Husband~"
When Han Li lay on the summit of Chengdao Peak watching the sunrise, a stunning figure appeared, with a large belly.
