He made a few brief arrangements for the miscellaneous affairs of Pingliang Prefecture. There was nothing particularly troublesome about them.
Li Shipeng was still laboring away at honing his sword, and he had no need to worry about the Ancient Langzhong Sect either. The tide of events was unstoppable.
One day, after eating breakfast in the city, he strolled out through the gates and felt something stir within him. The time had come.
He sprang into the air and glanced back at Zhongqing City. The whole city was waking in the early morning. He smiled faintly. He had made some contributions here, after all. He ought to be content.
Rising a thousand zhang into the sky, he could see the entire prefectural capital clearly. Without hesitation, he headed south, Sword-Riding, and began his rare holiday.
There were fewer than five years left before the next Quanzhen annual gathering. Since leaving the Jade Capital circle, he had served for several years in succession in the northwestern Binxu Desert and Pingliang Prefecture. Time had slipped past in silence, and without his noticing, the next annual gathering had drawn ever closer.
Time waited for no one.
This so-called holiday of his could not really be called a holiday in full. For cultivators, there was no such thing as rest. They were boats rowing against the current: fail to advance, and they would fall back.
His two main destinations were the Winged People Tribe in the Yaoguang Mountains and the new city of Loulan in the northwest-the locations of the earth and water Spirit Pearls.
He was very satisfied with the effects of the Five Elements Mystic Light, and naturally needed to deepen his understanding of it. The best way to accomplish that was to make further, deeper contact with the Spirit Pearls.
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