Crimson Snow Sect, Salted Fish Mountain Peak.
The night was peaceful, shrouded in fog. A gentle shower of rain fell from the dark sky, adding a pleasant hum to the otherwise silent world. Those who were awake could hear the rain, smell the earth, and enjoy the cooling air.
But those who were sound asleep, like Han Xuhan, weren't so lucky.
Of course, at the moment, Han Xuhan didn't consider himself out of luck. Not at all. In fact, he was in a mood for celebration!
At this moment, he wasn't technically asleep. A part of his consciousness had traveled into the Artificial Macrocosm of Laws for training while his physical body rested, something that he had been diligently doing for months now.
Qian Yun had also appeared dutifully, teaching him the fundamentals of law cultivation. These days, he was a lot more reasonable and patient with Han Xuhan, all because of one development.
