July 10, 2017
Summer in Cyan Cloud City is truly hot.
The scorching sunlight bathes the land, not spreading vitality, but rather a sizzling poison, making the pedestrians on the streets resemble skewers of raw meat being grilled, showing a despondent lack of enthusiasm as they walk.
Of course, for those top martial artists whose inner strength is profound and have reached the realm of being immune to the heat and cold, or further, for cultivators whose True Qi flows like wind within them, the torment of the blazing summer is much alleviated.
Unless she practices the Immovable Tyrant Body in an overloaded state from early morning, has half of her Qi Blood drawn by the tyrannical master to build the second Wind Gathering Array, and distracts herself with mind calculation exercises for honing Divine Sense left by the tyrannical master during breakfast.
