Huangpo Village, on the Yellow Earth Slope outside the village, Chen Shi was cultivating under the old willow tree, with the Nine Heavens Light hanging in the sky behind him, illuminating the surrounding area for several miles, as bright as daylight.
His Primordial Spirit sat on the divine shrine of the small temple, its aura growing stronger and the Primordial Spirit slowly expanding.
Though it was late, he was still practicing diligently.
Currently, the night was growing darker, and there was insufficient time for cultivation during the day, so he had to cultivate even at night.
The people of Huangpo Village were also awake, chatting about their daily lives at the village entrance.
The Black Pot played with Nannan; Hu Feifei had brought Nannan over the day before yesterday, and the little girl was reluctant to leave. She felt out of place at the county government and preferred staying in the countryside with Chen Shi and the dog.
