Hou Niao sighed. At least, there was enough space here to practice swordplay, and that was the only consolation he could find.
As a place for cultivation, this location wasn't too bad, he thought. It would be even better with a skylight added to the top of the tent; there were no sophisticated artifacts for cultivation here, but at least it allowed one to be closer to nature, right?
Stepping out of the tent, the sky gradually darkened, and the stars shone brilliantly, with everything else utterly silent; the tranquility of this hill perfectly blended with the vanity of the world below, achieving a uniquely meaningful balance.
Except, maybe those two other tents nearby were a bit of an eyesore?
He knew there was no one inside them. Even without using Divine Sense, at such a close distance, his feelings couldn't be wrong. There were no signs of spiritual energy movements on the hilltop, and at their level of cultivation, sleep had long lost its meaning.
