Inspiration

Inside the Xuanjing Mountain cave abode, Li Qi had no idea what was going on.

Hmm...

Forget it. Whatever. Time to sleep. He had not slept in a long time anyway, and since his sixth sense had not stirred with any ominous premonition, everything was surely fine.

Li Qi often had such dim intuitions, and they were usually remarkably accurate. At their root, they were reactions born from the resonance between a Shaman's inner heaven and earth and the great heaven and earth beyond.

But the rabbit did not have that. A Daoist cultivator's inner heaven and earth was highly independent, almost entirely disconnected from the outside world. Toward the outside, there was only pure plunder; they wished to stand apart from the world. In other words, she would not resonate with heaven and earth.

After waking from his sleep, Li Qi received several more invitations from Shamans. He was now fourth rank, naturally a peerless genius who drew everyone's attention. Now that he had returned to the world and it had been confirmed that he was unharmed, many people invited him to banquets.

Li Qi could not very well refuse. Calculating the time, even if he went, the round trip would only take four or five days. It was nothing much. So he told the rabbit about it, tidied up his appearance, prepared a few gifts, and carried them off to the banquet.

As for the gifts, they were medicinal pills refined by Shen Shuibi. When the time came, he could simply say, "Made by my humble wife," and not only would he lose no face, it would instead make them seem close.

Shen Shuibi personally packed the pills and handed them to Li Qi. The two exchanged a few whispered words, and then Li Qi left carrying his