In the early morning, the warm sunlight softly cast on his face through the window.
Lu Heng slowly opened his eyes, ending a whole night of cultivation.
Three days had passed since the Immortal Crystal Rice incident.
During these three days, Dragon Tiger Mountain was exceptionally quiet.
The only difference from before was that his terminal leukemia had already spread throughout the Shangqing Tao.
Qingfeng's connections were quite good.
Almost all Daoists in the Shangqing Tao had come to visit him.
Even those far away in the Taiyi Dao, like Qingming and others, called to comfort him.
Even the eighty-year-old, gravely ill Master Uncle, who rarely showed himself, specially came to see him, offering much encouragement.
For this, his master even canceled his daily tour guide work, allowing him to rest and recover.
To be honest, with so many people caring for you, it's impossible not to be moved.
"People on the mountain are indeed more simple and kind-hearted!"
