Beside Changqing Pond, by the wooden cabin, Shen Han took a break from his cultivation. He gazed into the distance with a calm expression.
After a moment of silence, he could sense someone not far away also practicing the Twelve Ditties of the Green Fields. However, that person’s mental state was somewhat fragmented. When someone with an unstable Dao heart and a fractured temperament attempts to cultivate a technique that faces the heavens and earth so directly, it is prone to all sorts of problems.
He knew this, but that was all. Shen Han did not hold any great obsession with external matters, so he continued to immerse himself in his brilliant progress.
Chapter 93