After returning to Mount Hua, Li Mu felt much more at ease. It was like a wanderer returning home from far away; everything seemed so wonderful.
He really had to thank the Demonic Cult. If they had not launched this war between the righteous and the evil, bringing the Mount Hua Sect the pressure of survival, the mountain would never have been so harmonious.
The Demonic Cult had gathered in the Central Plains, and their strategic goal was unclear. It was not only Shaolin that felt the pressure; the Mount Hua Sect was under tremendous pressure as well.
Although, from the perspective of interest, the Demonic Cult was unlikely to attack Guanzhong, the Demonic Cult was the kind of place where lunatics often appeared. No one dared guarantee that Dugu Qingyun would not suddenly lose his mind.
At a moment that concerned life and death, the conflict between the Sword and Qi Factions no longer counted for much.
Whether it was because the elders had tightened their restraints on the disciples, or because the tense atmosphere had affected everyone, in any case, when disciples of the Sword and Qi Factions met now, the drawn-sword tension from before was gone.
"Congratulations, Master. Your cultivation has advanced another step."
With just one glance, Li Mu noticed the change in his master.
Not only had his aura grown stronger, his entire bearing had changed as well, leaning somewhat toward the air of an immortal sage. Clearly, only a breakthrough in cultivation could have brought about such a great change.
Faced with his disciple's compliment, Zhou Qingyun showed not the slightest pride. Instead, he said with a bitter expression, "I was still one step short. I had clearly already grasped it, but in the end, the breakthrough still failed."
After hearing his master's words,