Liu Ming's expression went through a series of changes before he let out a wry smile and pulled out a formation plate from his body, crushing it in his hand.
Instantly, a burst of rosy light unfurled, and he found himself outside the gates of the Sword Spirit Hall.
Then Liu Ming immediately soared into the sky, riding on a cloud toward the direction of his cave dwelling on Luoyou Peak.
Upon returning to his dwelling, he went straight to the bedroom and fell asleep deeply on his bed.
In the Sword Spirit Hall, in order to absorb as much sword intent as possible by killing sword spirits, Liu Ming had engaged in relentless battle, with barely any rest, for such a long period that by now, both his magical power and mental energy were greatly depleted, and he urgently needed a good rest.
The next day, early in the morning, Liu Ming got out of bed, freshened up a bit, and began to ponder.