Several days later, Lu Changsheng consolidated his breakthrough from the Hundred Refinements Treasure Body Art and walked out of Changsheng Hall feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
Standing atop Bi Yun Peak, he gazed into the distance and saw vast ripples of green water.
Many fishermen were fishing in Bi Shui Lake.
In the Lingtian District, the mutton-fat jade-like Yumei rice shimmered and sparkled under the sunlight with its glossy color.
One hundred and eighty mu of Bi Shui Rice was like budding green lotuses, gently swaying in the spiritual fields.
From afar, he could see Ling Zixiao and Master Mo busy with several Array Masters, still working on the Great Formation.
Transforming into a streak of light, Lu Changsheng headed to his own Lingtian District to inspect it.
"Mountain Master!"
"Mountain Master!"
"Mountain Master!"
In the Lingtian District's shed, a sallow-faced, emaciated middle-aged man in his thirties stepped forward with several old farmers to greet him.
