In Prince of Qin's Manor in Cangshui City, Li Xunhuan lounged leisurely atop a tree. He occasionally took a sip from the flask in his hand, his white robes fluttering like those of an immortal, utterly free and unrestrained.
Li Xunhuan had actually been quite relaxed these past days. After escorting Xing Wang's group through You Province, he returned to Cangshui.
Every day, he drank by the river, watched Martial World gossip with a smile from taverns, and listened to music from private seats at Crimson Sleeve House. With none of the vexing matters from his previous life to trouble him, he had truly settled his heart.
Perhaps even Li Xunhuan himself had not noticed the changes within him, but Yuan Tiangang had seen them. Li Xunhuan was not far from a breakthrough, and Yuan Tiangang had spoken to his own lord about it.
As a result, Li Xunhuan became even more idle.
However, Li Xunhuan did not go out to enjoy himself today. He remained in the manor, his gaze occasionally shifting toward a spot in the rear courtyard. Beneath his relaxed appearance, his eyes remained intensely focused.
That was where Ghost Servant was in seclusion. More than half a month had passed, and the aura there had grown increasingly heavy. A faint pressure was beginning to emerge—power that did not belong to ordinary people, terrifying beyond measure.
This meant that Ghost Servant was about to succeed. He might even have already succeeded!
Suddenly, Li Xunhuan sat up. A smile as gentle as a spring breeze appeared on his face. He had succeeded.
At Ghost Servant's place of seclusion, all auras and pressure were now withdrawing and converging until everything there returned to calm.
Yet the atmosphere only grew more oppressive and weighty, like the stillness before a storm.