The Temple of the God of Spring was rarely so peaceful and quiet.
Young Master and Nu Chou took Xiao Ming to broaden his horizons outside the Heaven Palace, while also helping Wu Wang sketch out some maps of the power distributions among the major nations in Central Mountain.
Wu Wang grabbed a stool, stepped out of the temple doors, and sat at the edge of his own divine island, observing the boundless sea of clouds before him with a hint of a smile on his lips.
It's just that without the auntie's hands to prepare tea, it feels somewhat less enjoyable.
He wouldn't be idle even if he wasn't cultivating.
Spreading his Immortal Consciousness into the wind, Wu Wang listened to the voices in Emperor's City and various places in the Heaven Palace.
