Strange Old Man

Qin Wentian continued with his halberd arts practice, continuously lashing out with it, practicing only a single movement for hundreds of times, or even thousands of times, constantly adjusting his posture, seeking improvement in his stance.

Little Rascal lazily laid on the ground watching him. Qing`er was still standing on the snowy peak in silence, she hadn’t participated in the battle. Yet, from Qin Wentian’s persistence, she could sense that something had happened.

His love and his hatred, would all transform into motivation, causing him to seek all avenues to improve himself.

Qin Wentian was precisely this kind of human. In this world, other than Qin Yao and Qin Chuan who had accompanied the most when he was before the age of sixteen and unable to cultivate, the other person who has been by his side the longest was none other than Qing`er. Although Qing`er didn’t always show herself, he knew that she had always been with him, in the shadows.