Zhao Feng took Li Xueyi and flew for ten thousand miles without hesitation.
Mountains and lakes appeared ahead. The scenery seemed like something out of a painting, and it contained the elegance and beauty of nature itself, as if it wasn’t part of civilization. This quiet and calm image made one dazed, and Zhao Feng’s slightly impatient heart calmed down.
Although he may have lost some things during his path of cultivation, he always aimed to strive for freedom and guiltlessness.
“We’re here,” Li Xueyi led Zhao Feng to a mountain full of the faint sounds of a qin. This was the Sky Sacred Qin Palace, an extremely calm place that had no fighting.
Zhao Feng’s God’s Spiritual Eye sensed the aura here and finally understood why the Sky Sacred Qin Palace had started to weaken over the years, and why the forces that cultivated the Dao of Entertainment found it hard to reach the peak – it was too peaceful. Such a safe environment meant less competition and less battle-intent.
