Li Xuanling descended the mountain, having already broken through to the third layer of Fetal Breathing, known as Chengming Wheel. His sword Green Peak gleamed brightly enough to reflect someone's face, and his simple robe gave him an appearance strikingly similar to Li Tongya's.
In the mountains, children mature early. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, they have already grown up a lot. With steady eyes and eyebrows, both Li Xuanxuan and Li Xuanfeng, his older brothers, couldn't help but be reminded of Li Tongya when talking to him, which left them with a mix of laughter and tears.
It was late spring, and the Spirit Rice was a lush green. This batch had been growing for a year and a half and was now ready for harvest. The villagers were chopping it down with large axes imbued with the Golden Light Technique, while a few Fetal Breathing Cultivators from other surnames were readying to thresh the rice.
