All the buildings had an antique, classical feel. As sunlight shone upon them, a hazy mist rose, imbuing the entire area with a sense of ancient charm.
All kinds of trees and flowers were planted in the spaces between the buildings. With the fragrance of flowers and the songs of birds, the atmosphere was utterly serene.
Qin Li couldn't help but sigh to himself. 'It truly takes all kinds,' he thought. 'A place this poetic and picturesque, yet it failed to nurture simple, good-hearted people close to nature. Instead, it bred a nest of human trash—men who practice Absorbing Yin to Nourish Yang, and women who practice Yang Absorption and Yin Compensation.'
This beautiful scenery, therefore, felt like a profound irony.
Qin Li's form drifted through the air like a wisp of smoke as he followed the young man in white martial attire. No one was able to detect his presence.
