This was Li Qiu's first time leaving the mountain in the three years since he joined the Qingmu Sect. The moment they stepped past the formation, a suffocating sensation of a fish out of water suddenly made the three of them feel somewhat uncomfortable. The thinness of the spiritual Qi compared to the density within the sect made it feel as though they could barely breathe; every pore across their bodies seemed to open up as they gasped for air.
"No wonder everyone envies the prominent, great sects and the mountain rivers and cave dwellings rich in spiritual Qi. These things are truly too important for those who practice cultivation," Wang Suo coughed heavily a few times and took several deep breaths.
"Indeed. I have heard that there is a path of rogue cultivators in the world. Presumably, lacking a sect as their foundation and practicing in such a 'harsh' environment, they are driven to use any means necessary merely to survive. Therefore, any rogue cultivator who manages to survive in the world of cultivation must not be underestimated. The three of us are descending the mountain for the first time with shallow cultivation and an even greater lack of practical experience. We must by no means become arrogant and domineering simply because we are disciples of a great sect; in all things, we must speak and act with the utmost caution." Li Qiu said this because he thought of the owner of his Qingfeng Sword—though also a disciple of a great sect, that person had still perished…
Chapter 87