In the central part of Yan Province, Northern Zhou, there was a place of clear mountains and beautiful waters.
Qing Yu was sitting cross-legged on a boulder next to a babbling stream, cultivating to regulate the remnants of meat relics' Qi-blood within his body.
After obtaining what he wanted from Zhang Xuanji, Qing Yu had come to this place that he had long chosen, to begin his final retreat.
Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of June.
In the nearly two months, Qing Yu had diligently practiced without rest, constantly refining the remaining Qi-blood in his body, not even concerning himself with the matters of the Divine Capital.
The earlier preparations were all well underway; if Feng Jiu could mess it up, then Qing Yu could consider trying other people to deal with it.
Moreover, controlling Northern Zhou was indeed important, but compared with advancing to the True Pill Realm, it was hardly worth mentioning.
