Shushan, Heaven-Reaching Peak.
Li Ping'an felt it was time for him to leave.
Some people had wind in their blood and were born destined to wander.
The Jianghu was vast; anywhere could be home.
It was not that this place was bad. It was simply time for him to leave.
The heavenly music of the mountains, the stars filling the sky, the mist-wreathed Fourteen Peaks, the valleys whose ends could not be seen-this was a place that left no room for regret.
But Li Ping'an had never been one to stay quietly in his place.
In his youth, he had wandered everywhere, from Little Mountain Village to Luoshui City.
Then to the Anbei Four Garrisons, and afterward north across Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Shushan alone would naturally not be his final destination.
Over these years, Heaven-Reaching Peak had begun to take proper shape.
The Heaven-Reaching Peak Li Ping'an had taken over had been utterly destroyed by its previous peak master.
Now, the spirit medicine garden had been rebuilt, though it did not contain the many rare spirit medicines the old garden had possessed.
Of course, this was not because Li Ping'an had failed to work hard. The main reason was that he could not obtain the seeds of those spirit medicines.
But the spiritual veins were richer, and the soil more fertile.
Li Ping'an believed that as long as those who came after him were willing to work hard at tending it, it would certainly be no worse than any other peak's medicine garden.
The Scripture Pavilion had originally housed Heaven-Reaching Peak's cultivation manuals and scrolls. In the ruthlessly competitive world of cultivation, a single high-level cultivation manual was enough to whip up a bloody storm.
Yet every cultivation scroll and book within it had been destroyed by the previous peak master.