Yihe Gate.
Main Peak.
Chen Sheng crossed his legs and propped up his body with his left hand.
His right hand waved continuously, transforming into illusory shadows that kept falling.
It was like the clashing of gold and iron.
The piercing sound echoed in the sky above the mountain peak.
It mingled with rumbling thunder.
His body kept switching between the withered and glory states.
Secluded in the mountains,
he was unaware of the passage of time.
With Chen Sheng's current strength, he didn't need to eat or sleep.
Having completely immersed himself in the state of practicing secret skills and having lost most of his senses, he didn't pay attention to the passage of time in the outside world.
At this moment,
a whole day had passed since Li Wuji and Sun Yihe left for Kyoto to handle affairs.
In that day,
Chen Sheng had maintained the same posture.
