After Li Tan had left, life once again returned to calm.
Lin Jing continued his cultivation practice as usual, methodical and steady.
In these past few days, Li Qingqing was still immersed in sorrow, unable to walk out of it.
And Huang Qingling, whenever there was nothing significant to attend to, accompanied her.
Zhang Yuan had also thrown himself back into cultivation.
Apart from Li Qingqing, the lives of the others seemed to have returned to normality.
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Just as everything was settling down for Lin Jing,
At that moment, on the back mountain of Qingyuan Sword Sect.
Atop an undisclosed peak, there lay a hidden cave dwelling.
Inside the cave, a disciple of the Qingyuan Sword Sect, who appeared to be in his thirties, was cultivating.
The aura emanating from this disciple was profound; the fluctuations of spiritual power that surrounded him during his practice made it evident that his strength was out of the ordinary.