War had broken out at Demon-Suppressing Pass, but he had no idea how far the fighting had progressed.
In the Anbei Four Garrisons, finding out about Demon-Suppressing Pass was difficult.
Li Ping'an folded a Paper Pigeon, plucked out one of his hairs, and tied it to it.
He opened the window and released the Paper Pigeon.
The letter was for Jing Yu. He now presided over Great Sui's central government and surely knew more than Li Ping'an did.
While waiting for a reply, Li Ping'an grew increasingly tired.
He did not know whether the Rune Fragments were to blame, but he always felt he could never get enough sleep.
Li Ping'an laid several Rune Fragments on the counter and stared at them whenever he had nothing to do.
It was as though he meant to discern something from them.
The energies between heaven and earth seemed to circulate soundlessly.
It was a spiritual resonance, a subtle significance, a feeling that could only be understood, never put into words.
From the eaves, from the cracks, from the corners of the table, from those sweeping brushstrokes, from those brilliant flowers... it slowly emerged.
It gathered before his eyes at a rate beyond the very bounds of speed.
Perhaps because of his state of mind, his Visualization was deeper than ever before.
Its effects were also more apparent than ever before.
It was a very strange experience: a series of thoughts and countless sensations mingling together.
They flowed through his mind, every thought and every sensation so very clear.
Li Ping'an felt it was time to enter seclusion for a while and properly contemplate it all.
And so, one day, he told Little Girl that he might need to sleep for a good long while.
"How long?"
"A few months, perhaps, or longer,"