"Eh?"
An Immortal King sensed the anomaly, his gaze turning towards Qin Changqing's direction.
From the high places of Bai Huatian, even stronger beings cast their gaze.
Qin Changqing was unaffected.
From time to time, he would pluck a Taoist Rhyme.
Assisting Zihe with all his might.
That was all he could intervene in, only in the now.
Moreover, such intervention would bring about consequences, influencing Qin Changqing's own testament to the great road.
For Qin Changqing, the problem was not significant.
Zihe was his woman, once she achieved the Great Luo, that would be a considerable force to reckon with; the influence was not particularly severe—it was just a matter of a little more energy for proving the Tao.
But the gains far outweighed the effort.
In this manner, months passed by, and the Taoist Rhymes plucked by Zihe were still unceasing.
Qin Changqing would occasionally lend a hand.