The next morning, Zhang Xiaohua woke up as soon as the sun rose and removed the prohibitions around the cave entrance and of Dream. He then used the wind to leave the cave.
There were many jade slips in the cave behind the waterfall, all of which were the cultivation inheritance of Master Fire Dragon. Zhang Xiaohua was not in a hurry to sort them out. He kept them in his belt, planning to go through them when he had time.
The early mornings in Qiu Long Mountain were no different from those in other mountain ranges. There were crisp birdsong, fresh air, and sometimes the roars of unknown wild animals.
Unbeknown wildflowers bloomed quietly, regardless of whether anyone appreciated them or not. Tiny dewdrops on the tall grass shone brightly.
Zhang Xiaohua stood in a spacious area and practiced the Beidou Divine Fist. He then picked up the Prajna Heavy Sword, performing moves of the Tongtian Stick Technique he had been thinking about and understanding for over a dozen days.
