So, he slowly withdrew his thoughts and began to look at his current surroundings on this small path.
The path was not very wide, and the mountains on both sides were steep, like a natural gorge and pass, quite dangerous.
Having achieved a perfect clarity of the mind and soul, he now viewed these scenes with some speculation in his heart.
But he was not in a hurry to verify his guesses, as the anticipated changes had not yet occurred. Instead, he began to sense the rhythm of the heavens and the earth.
The sun, moon, stars, mountain peaks, earth, the breeze, and falling leaves...
Everything was reflected in Qin Zheng's eyes.
He began to observe these things that were close at hand and yet he had never paid close attention to before.
Gradually, it seemed that everything had its own rhythm, its own breath.
Countless things converged without chaos, unexpectedly reasonable.
Is this... nature?
Qin Zheng was immersed in his contemplation of heaven and earth.
