Shenxiao Sect, Yunti Peak.
The gentle, warm sunlight bathes this Spirit Peak, halfway up the mountainside, in a secluded courtyard.
Qi Xiu, dressed in a gray-blue robe, lounges on a long-lost deck chair while the maid Qingyi thoughtfully holds a paper umbrella for him, gently waving a fan.
These are the days I've always pursued...
With both hands behind his head, gazing through the edges of the paper umbrella at the clear and elegant blue sky and white clouds, Qi Xiu shows a faint smile.
Since embarking on the path of cultivation, he has endured countless hardships and trials.
He seeks this simple, utmost peace.
After resolving the Southern Ming Wasteland affairs, though the current Tianyuan Main Realm is already rife with hidden currents and treacherous clouds.
Within the Great Selection Dynasty, the heroes are contending for supremacy, and battles arise.
But relatively speaking, these are just minor winds and waves.
The overall environment remains relatively restrained.
