The cultivators on Bamboo Island busied themselves with rearrangements; the tasks of gathering and dispersing were truly laborious but being able to continue their cultivation in a familiar environment filled everyone with joy. Hence, whether cultivators or mortals, none bore complaints.
Only those who have lived through calamity know to cherish the present all the more.
This was someone else's private matter, and naturally, Hou Niao did not intend to intrude. With dozens of miles of Bamboo Island to choose from, he had plenty of secluded spots at his disposal.
It was time for him to plan his own cultivation.
Ever since he had arrived at Lizhi Sea, his cultivation pace had always been dictated by the struggle for survival. The Upper Realm seemed far away, and his sole concern was how to enhance his combat capabilities, an essential foundation for any Sword Cultivator.