Time passed quickly, and golden October arrived.
Lu Qing stood atop the cloudborne skiff and looked down at the island. With a sweep of his sleeve, all of Spirit Leaf Island had returned to the way it looked when he first arrived.
The difference was that a cultivation pavilion now stood upon the cliff, and rattan chairs had been placed in the courtyard.
There was no use in taking those things with him.
The tea tree and Star Tree had likewise entered Long Feather's little world.
And the formations.
"The formations need to be retrieved as well."
Lu Qing had lost track of how many times he had improved the Spirit Gathering Formation and Cloud Mist Formation here. The Grand Cloud-Mist Formation was the outer layer of the mountain gate's grand formation, and Lu Qing had already mastered it completely.
After all, Lu Qing had personally laid this formation, and he had altered its incantations and formation eyes himself.
His palm swept over the island. Standing at one corner of the flying vessel, Lu Qing watched spiritual light flicker below as layer after layer of wispy cloud mist instantly flew back into his sleeve.
Lu Qing was consciously using this divine ability of his sleeves. He was not so shameless as to call his current spell Sleeve Cosmos; for now, he could only treat it as a storage-in-sleeve spell.
As the cloud mist dispersed, sunlight spilled down, refracting threads of rippling radiance across the azure horizon.
The sea breeze gently brushed the edge of his sleeve. Lu Qing gazed down at the island where he had secluded himself, cultivated, and farmed. His eyes were tranquil, and as though heaven and earth sensed the change in his state of mind, the surrounding scenery became solemnly still at that moment.
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