One and a half months had passed in the blink of an eye since the Golden Flower Maternal Sect's attack on the city.
It seemed that all corners of the land now knew about the failure of the sect's offensive, the sect with over ten thousand devotees.
The reputation of Qingliu County reached its zenith in no time.
Even the surrounding Demons seemed to have heard the news and fled.
Not a trace of a Demon could be seen for hundreds of miles around.
The county seemed to have returned to the peaceful and prosperous times of years past, as if in a trance.
In a small courtyard.
Qi Xiu sat cross-legged on a calming meditation cushion that emitted a tranquil fragrance. A black and a purple aura intertwined around his body, merging to form the likeness of a Mo Jiao and a purple tiger, inhaling and exhaling Spiritual Power, transforming it into Gang Qi.
By his side was a jar filled with orange-yellow, crystal-clear fruit that resembled honey tangerines.
