The gentle drizzle fell all night long, accompanied by the misty weather, making the entire Lingyun Peak seem as if it was wading through dew, with crystal-clear drops hanging everywhere.
Ye Jingcheng also awakened from his cultivation.
Feeling the spiritual energy within him had progressed slightly, he couldn't help but feel pleased, for every advancement, albeit small, was worthy of joy.
Cultivation is inherently a monotonous and persistent process.
He gazed out the window, the entire Lingyun Peak was particularly tranquil at the moment, accompanied by the sound of rain and a few chirps of birds, completely resembling a hazy painting of mist and rain.
Under the vast rain vapor, many moths and mosquitoes emerged, and the Jade Ring Rat had already crawled out of the spirit field early.
It was catching moths and mosquitoes in the rain.
