In the seventh year of Zhaoning, Wei Yuan sat poised above the Sea of Suffering, gazing up at the Bodhisattva, looking down on all beings, and habitually reflecting thrice upon himself: Magic Body is fine, cultivation is fine, Divine Skills are fine, reputation is fine, as for appearance... surpasses the three reflections.
At this time, in the eyes of the Nine Countries, Qingming had slowly quieted down, no longer making the earth-shattering moves of the past.
Now, the surroundings of Qingming were calm, first and foremost, there was no war on the western front. No matter how crazily Qingming border generals provoked, the Ghost Witches pretended to be dead and did not respond, and finally, the Rain Country simply withdrew for thousands of miles, leaving the Qingming border army unable to touch even a hair of the Witch.
