North Nether was boundless, desolate, and barren.
Mid-air, Xuanqing sat lazily on a cloud, crossing one leg over the other and swinging it listlessly, occasionally taking a swig of immortal brew from a gourd.
He looked nothing like an enlightened true immortal; right now, even if Master Tongtian were standing right in front of him, he probably wouldn't have recognized this disciple.
Chapter 30