Qìng went back, leaving Jiang Xiaobai alone standing on the rooftop of the tavern, overlooking the entire small city.
The small city was not large, and there were not many cultivators.
The highest cultivators were only at the Yuan Infant stage.
Sipping a mouthful of wine, Jiang Xiaobai's divine sense gradually spread throughout the entire city, watching the thousands of lights, watching their peaceful lives.
Since coming to this Wind Chime Domain and opening a tavern, Jiang Xiaobai did this every night.
He wasn't invading privacy, but comprehending the world, comprehending the common people.
This was more beneficial to his cultivation.
In the Stairway Space, insights into Daoism would offer many perspectives.
At this moment, he finally understood what he was lacking.
It's depth, depth that time brings!
Grass being forced to grow to such heights was already defying the heavens, but wanting to continue upwards was no longer possible.
