One night of gentle rain.
Geese flew as the wind blew.
Chen Qing, wearing a bamboo hat, sat under a big tree, leaning against it while drinking.
Surrounded by darkness, Chen Qing felt as if he were home.
He was able to clearly sense an ant ahead that had been knocked down by the rain, landing on a dead leaf riddled with wormholes.
Towering trees surrounded him, and the fallen leaves on the ground formed a thick, soft cushion.
Even though the rain was sparse, it couldn't penetrate the dense foliage to fall on Chen Qing.
As midnight approached, Chen Qing reached out to take the bronze ghost mask; there was no danger within a ten-mile radius.
He confidently put on the mask and let his consciousness enter it.
The other four had been waiting there for a while. After brief greetings, Chen Qing calmly said, "So, today's gathering starts now."
Fu Luo seemed to have gathered quite a bit of information, and her focus returned to the cultivation of her Gu.
