Li Qi was in high spirits.
Now, even if there was something wrong with that gold, it could no longer affect him in the slightest.
If there was a problem, they could go find the Spirit of the Lishui River. Having witnessed the grand spectacle of Qinghua Palace, Li Qi was filled with confidence in such colossal entities that occupied an entire kingdom.
And reverence as well.
That self-contained heaven and earth, with palaces and flowing waters above, below, left, and right, had struck Li Qi profoundly.
He had previously read the book "Zhu," whose descriptions of geography had always made Great Deer Kingdom seem like some tiny, laughable state. He could ride for half a month and leave Great Deer Kingdom's borders behind.
Yet even such a tiny state worshipped a river god who possessed such a magnificent hidden realm, such immense power, and such a spectacular domain.
There had to be at least a thousand states like Great Deer Kingdom within Wushen Mountain's territory.
And there were countless more larger than Great Deer Kingdom.
The Spirit of the Lishui River did not even qualify for inclusion in the "Waterways Classic"; it could not be considered one of the world's famous rivers.
Li Qi felt like an ant at the foot of a mountain. A stone on the road might look like soaring peaks to him.
Yet he could not see the true mountain, because even if he raised his head, he still could not see it.
One cannot know Mount Luofu's true face, only because one is within the mountain.
Then what would Mount Luofu look like?
And how magnificent would Wushen Mountain be?
At the thought of that, the thirty wisps of pure water qi swirling within his body seemed to amount to nothing at all.
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