Li Hao and Shi Miao arrived at Dragon Gate City, and the days went by as usual, each cultivating on their own.
Occasionally, Shi Miao would come to the first floor to visit Li Hao, and upon seeing him immersed in his cultivation, she would sit quietly nearby for a while before leaving, without disturbing him.
Time passed, but the atmosphere in the city was unlike anywhere else, shrouded in dark clouds and filled with a sense of impending doom, with the air steeped in the scent of blood.
In the blink of an eye, seven years had gone by.
At the mountain's peak spring, Li Hao saw a Yaoqin form from the flowing water before him. He lightly strummed the instrument, its musical rhythm rippling and stirring countless strands of sound, each embodying the flow of various laws. Every wave of sound contained the power of many laws, possessing extremely destructive potential.
"Just a little more..."
