"No way..."
"Again..."
...
The moment the energy pathway reached the other shore, an utterly exhausted Li Qingming surfaced again, only to realize he found himself deep within a tranquil forest.
Birdsong and fragrance filled the air, the skies were slightly cloudy, but it was refreshingly cool.
But the craftsman, burdened with Iron Hand Steel Arm, sat gloomily under a tree, cradling a set of golden armor and lost in thought.
"I don't like that the sprite joined," he said, lifting his head to look towards the meadow in the distance.
There were three blurry figures on the meadow; a man and a woman sat at a table enjoying their afternoon tea, while another female joyfully leaped about, blossoming flowers with a wave of her hand and attracting birds with a whistle.
The man at the table applauded and laughed heartily, while the woman sat silent, occasionally casting vigilant glances around.
