Qin Yi had no idea what the people stirring up trouble in the South Sea were thinking. In any case, he had unexpectedly enjoyed a few days of vacation.
The previous stretch of time had been exciting, but it had actually been quite exhausting. Above all, everything had been too rushed.
The upheaval of sea and sky, the rebirth of the World Tree—he had thought that once they got through it, there would be a period of peace. He could spend every day with Senior Sister, match zither to flute, paint seascapes, and tease Qing Cha. That would be the joy of secluded living. Or he could return to Winged Human Island. Yu Shang was extremely uninhibited, and the other winged human girls were highly obedient as well. If he truly wanted to indulge in decadence, they could make him so happy he would forget this was the mortal world.
Yet Kunlun Void had suddenly opened, and he had hurried to break through Qianyuan before racing toward Kunlun as though his life depended on it. All thoughts of carefree joy had completely collapsed.
After a chaotic battle, he and Miss Yue had been trapped beneath Kunlun. It might have looked like they were living in seclusion together, but both of them had felt an intense sense of urgency. They both wanted to find a way out as quickly as possible, with no mood to rest underground.
After emerging, before he could even recuperate, he had hastily entered seclusion for three days to sort through the gains of Qianyuan, then immediately rushed to the South Sea.
He could barely catch his breath.
This was not the cultivation life Qin Yi had envisioned at all. It ran directly contrary to his cultivation nature, which valued both movement and stillness in harmony. He