The Mission Hall was half real, half false, and a translucent sense of illusion unfolded before Lu Qing's eyes.
As he left, he could still hear several semi-illusory figures discussing something.
"Challenge letter," "the show begins," "the stakes of the bet..." Hearing those words, Lu Qing roughly understood what they were talking about.
After listening for only a while, Lu Qing had already learned the source of the conflict between the two sides.
Come to think of it, he had once been one of the bystanders watching the drama unfold on the scene.
What he had not expected, though, was that this development resembled the clichés of certain storybook plays so much. If neither side lacked a classic Chosen One of Providence, then the villain was probably that disciple surnamed Liu Mo, while the righteous one was Chengdu?
Lu Qing could not help laughing inwardly. What Chosen One, what protagonist? On the path of cultivation, everyone was the protagonist of their own story; only the frame of reference differed, did it not?
After all, in a small village, anyone who could wield spells was surely a powerhouse. But in a town, crudely using spells was no longer enough; perhaps one also needed a certain level of cultivation to suppress others. Compared like that, it seemed endless.
Lu Qing himself felt that after emerging from seclusion, his state of mind had become increasingly calm and natural.
There was nothing on Spirit Leaf Island that needed handling.
Lu Qing was the only cultivator here, but the island was filled with spiritual flowers and strange grasses, white deer in the wilderness, and fish darting through mountain streams. Life brimmed everywhere, so he did not fear gloom or loneliness. Now that he was preparing to travel far, Lu Qing did not stop the formations