Occasionally, he would use mana to create a cloud, lay back on it with his arm as a pillow, and a blade of dog's tail grass in his mouth, letting himself drift with the wind, musing over things unrelated to cultivation or the path ahead.
Sometimes he would also reminisce about the days spent with Lingtong.
They indulged unabashedly, pursuing primitive indulgence and restraint of etiquette;
At times, the graceful figure of Amina would appear before his eyes, stirring a subtle itch in his heart, though not to an unbearable degree.
After all, Master Wang was not a lecher.
The pressure was always present.
The current pressure he faced mainly came from the dual pursuit of Tianluo and the Dark Sect, as well as that 'peculiar' Heavenly Dao.
Senior Bai Gu might come to fetch him at any time, yet he had no idea of his next destination.
And the memories of cultivating in Wangxian Valley in the Lower Realm were gradually crowded out by those related to Earth in his mind.
