Cultivation, nurturing spiritual medicine—this leisurely life, Ye Qiu hadn't experienced for quite some time.
Standing in front of the spiritual medicine garden, looking at the rocky spiritual medicine plots around, the medicines growing well; some would mature in about two weeks.
Ye Qiu's expression was a bit dazed. Back on Earth, he rarely had any leisure time. Since his strength improved to the True Qi realm, he had been fighting all along—first the Martial Arts Conference, then the battle with Japanese martial artists, entering ancient grounds, obtaining the Great Emperor's tomb opportunity, and encountering the Rakshasa Gate upon returning, followed by the alien martial artist crisis—everything seemed to have just happened yesterday.
He stood for a long time until Jin Xiaoshun's voice rang out, pulling Ye Qiu back from distraction.
"Sect Leader, Hua Wuji is here," Jin Xiaoshun said.
