At this moment, Li Qing's spirit had already become somewhat fragile.
Recently, all his attention had been consumed by one event after another. Coupled with today's cultivation, he felt that he had reached his limit.
Within Qing City, powerful cultivators from every quarter had gathered here.
The evil cult lay hidden in the shadows, and everyone was making different preparations.
People from all directions were also searching, seeking the mysterious Seal of Heaven.
They simply did not know it was the Seal of Heaven. They had only received orders from Six Paths and Eight Immortals to search for an unknown, mysterious seal.
Cloud Dream Marsh outside Qing City.
Misty rain hung in the air, and a faint veil of fog shrouded the entire Cloud Dream Marsh.
Countless fishing boats drifted across the great lake, some casting nets, others angling.
There were also pleasure boats and painted barges, slowly floating over Cloud Dream Marsh.
Quite a few young masters and ladies took in the scenery aboard them, composing poems and matching couplets in carefree leisure.
The chaos of the times had little effect on these young masters and ladies. That was the difference made by class and power.
On a small fishing boat, Li Qing sat quietly at the bow, bathing in the light rain and savoring the wonder of nature.
Before him sat a small brazier, upon which a pot of clear tea was brewing.
The tea within churned and boiled, while the fine rain drifted into it, adding a hint of marvelous flavor.
He poured himself a cup, and a delicate fragrance rushed to his nose.
Li Qing sipped tea amid the rain, a faint smile filling his face.
Today was a day for him to relax. The prolonged tension and arduous cultivation had left his spirit somewhat weary.