Li Xiaoqiang devoted himself to cultivation, losing track of time as it quietly slipped away from his fingers.
When the next day's sunlight streamed through the window onto Li Xiaoqiang's cheek, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes, promptly retracting the golden energy in his hands.
A smile appeared on Li Xiaoqiang's cheek as he said, "I still love the feeling of hard work; it fills me with passion for life."
Having said this, Li Xiaoqiang stood up and pushed the door open to step outside.
Squeak.
Standing outside the door, Li Xiaoqiang was met by the fresh air blowing through the courtyard, where birds were chirping atop the trees.
A gentle breeze swept through, creating a rustling sound among the trees, and the wind chimes at the door chimed like a melody, sounding extremely pleasant to the ear.
Li Xiaoqiang walked towards the outside of the courtyard, facing the morning sun.
