The scenery and customs of Dragon Spring Prefecture were quite unlike those elsewhere.
Whether at Northern Mountain or Lanxi Cave, the cultivators of Dragon Spring Prefecture always gave Song Yan a sense of ease and leisure.
From mortals to cultivators, everyone lived at a slow pace.
Perhaps because it was close to Lesser Liang City, Lanxi Cave had a faintly antique air, from its market ward to its courtyards. Wine shops and teahouses lined the bluestone streets and alleys.
Cultivators sat together in twos and threes, playing Go or chatting.
Some rogue cultivators with low cultivation set up stalls on street corners in the market ward, selling rudimentary talismans. Even their cries were listless, carrying a hint of laziness.
Even when Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators occasionally appeared, they merely visited a wine shop to buy a flask of spirit wine and satisfy their craving. Their steps were unhurried, entirely devoid of the sharp bearing of cultivators elsewhere.
Over the past month, Song Yan had never stopped cultivating, though he had not been as pressed as before.
He had mainly focused on collecting materials for the Thoughtless Pill and asking after Truefall Vine.
He practiced his breathing at dawn, before the mountain mist had dispersed.
Occasionally, the sounds of zithers and flutes drifted through the mountains from afar, making the valley all the more tranquil.
Xiao Ju's cultivation was gradually finding its footing. Though her Spiritual Roots were mixed, she made up for it with good comprehension and a willingness to listen to advice.
Xiao Wei lounged lazily on a bluestone beside the stream, basking in the sun and occasionally flapping its tail to frighten the little fish in the pond.
Every three to five days, Liang Feng came to the valley's pond to tend the Moon-Supporting Ancient Lotus.
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