Xu Qing sat cross-legged and calmed his Qi and blood.
"Since I broke free from the bronze mirror and was reborn into this world, exactly eleven months have passed. To cultivate my Divine Soul and Martial Arts to my current level in less than a year, would be considered genius work of a decade in this path."
At this thought, Xu Qing found it unbelievable.
Yet the journey he had taken to achieve this was also completely logical.
Over the past year, he had lived by what "The Book of Changes" states: "A superior man is modest in his speech but exceeds in his actions."
Without fault.
Ha!
That is only temporary.
The path ahead cannot allow for relaxation; one must continue as if walking on thin ice.
After Xu Qing's Qi and blood thoroughly stabilized, his thoughts also returned to silence, without stirring ripples.
With his current Divine Soul, he could sense that tonight, the earth's energy was tumultuous, which was quite unusual—it seemed that the spring thunder was approaching.
