This valley, with its extremely low terrain, was protected from harsh winds and scorching heat. It held the perennial spring-like freshness and fragrance characteristic of the valleys where the Emperor Sword Wuji Lineage thrived.
Surrounded by mountains, a natural formation isolated everything within, as if the heavens had intentionally left a peaceful sanctuary in this cruel world.
A gentle breeze caressed the face, warm and comfortable.
Normally, such a natural environment would allow Zhou Yan, who followed the Natural Dao, some insight and deep contemplation about complex cultivation issues, especially regarding the condensation of the Sword Soul, providing a rare and excellent opportunity for thought.
But now, the words of Zhou Yuntian and the scene of him being attacked by everyone made it impossible for Zhou Yan to have such insights into the Heart of Nature.
Especially, the disdainful tone from Zhou Yuntian looking down from above seemed more like mockery.