What a pity, he wasn't injured.
If he'd been slightly injured, he could have started to recuperate with a clear conscience, lying in a rocking chair and doing nothing, blending into nature. The scenery behind Chao Tian Sect's mountain, tended by the Brown Bear Clan over the years, was quite pleasant, to which he was very fond.
But if he did so without injury, a tinge of guilt would arise.
Even if he chose to laze about, he wouldn't be comfortable lying down.
After the shackles of the state lands were lifted, and before heading to Qi Tian Continent, he wondered if there might be a chance to get a bit injured. Life couldn't be tense all the time; it was necessary to loosen up now and then.
Chen Qiu shook his head, choosing not to dwell on it, and settled cross-legged on the Xuantian Throne, eyeing the few strands of red light floating above his Dantian.
