"Moon Creek River..."
Jiang Ding now had the leisure to look at the river named after the moon.
Surrounding him, the destroyed rocks, trees, and mist began to slowly restore to their original state, completely reverting after just a few breaths.
The songs of birds and fragrance of flowers, thick fog, the wonderland in the moon.
The Great Sun Heavenly Pond is a holy site for sword cultivators; to this place, battle is as inconsequential as breathing, a function considered since its very creation.
"Compared to the destruction, scorching heat, and barrenness by the River of Sun Flame, it's quite different indeed."
Jiang Ding spread out the hem of his robe and sat down cross-legged.
"From this perspective, sword cultivators of the Moon Vein might be more emotional."
