Late at night, Xie Qing sat on his bed in the lotus position, practicing his daily cultivation. His eyes were tightly closed, and a mysterious atmosphere surrounded his body.
"Fuuh..."
Each of his inhales and exhales shook the Qi in the surrounding environment for hundreds of miles. Most of the disciples, who had weak sensitivity to magic, could not cultivate it to the fullest. They had to postpone their cultivation until tomorrow.
Xie Qing opened his eyes. He looked around and realized that he was now in Xu Mei's pavilion, inside the Heavenly Sword Sect.
He had several reasons for returning here - mainly to see old acquaintances and check on the progress.
The Heavenly Sword Sect had undergone several quality changes, including those related to the Dao sword techniques.
Xie Qing once passed on many unnecessary Dao sword techniques to the sect, so now the problem of lack of knowledge has disappeared.
