Heaven-Reaching Peak.
Ever since Qingfeng returned from his outing, he had not set foot beyond the gates.
He used to eat three meals a day; now he ate only one.
After drinking, he slept soundly beside the bed.
Li Ping'an lifted the petite Qingfeng onto the bed.
Then he began preparing that day's breakfast.
Two bowls of rice and half a portion of dishes, with a well-balanced mix of meat and vegetables.
The vegetables were crisp and refreshing, served with cooked meats.
There was also a pot of sweet, fragrant glutinous rice and just under half a flask of the fine wine Qingfeng had left over.
With a gentle breeze blowing, it could hardly have been more comfortable.
Li Ping'an drew up a five-year plan for rebuilding Heaven-Reaching Peak.
It promoted integrated development and clarified Heaven-Reaching Peak's future direction.
Using the existing land and spirit medicine resources as a foundation, it would achieve future-oriented planning through a forward-looking layout.
Run Tu read through Li Ping'an's proposal and offered his assessment.
Empty talk from beginning to end.
Li Ping'an really did nothing beyond writing the plan.
Three days fishing, two days drying the nets.
Sometimes, Run Tu truly suspected that his big brother had two personalities.
One worked hard to get rich, while the other thought about nothing but eating his fill and waiting to die all day.
After returning to Heaven-Reaching Peak, Li Ping'an had entered his eat-and-wait-to-die state.
There was no point rushing cultivation.
The progress of his Erhu experience could no longer be described as slow. It had practically ground to a halt.
The further he advanced, the harder cultivation became, and the more time it required.
And so, Li Ping'an seemed to have given himself a long vacation.
Occasionally, he played chess or read, finding himself a