Jade Immortal Peak, vast snow covering the land, a desolate expanse between heaven and earth.
Lu Chengfeng sat cross-legged at the mountaintop, his mind fully focused on the circulation of his inner strength, visualizing the Profound Crane as his inner power coursed through an incredibly complex route.
His entire body seemed to breathe in sync with the cultivation technique, inhaling and exhaling, and as time passed, a thin layer of white mist enveloped his body, resembling the Immortal Gods.
It had been seven days since that battle, with nearly half of the elders and disciples in the sect dead or injured; just burying the corpses had taken over three days.
Afterwards, under the presiding of the four First Seats and the Great Elders of the Eighth Hall, funerals were held for all the tragically deceased disciples of the sect, appeasing all spirits with Li Qian's head.
