Gazing at the radiant moon, Qin Li let out a long sigh. The clarity slowly returned to his eyes as an incredibly natural aura emanated from his body.
In the neighboring residence, Chen Yihan was meditating. His home was not as luxurious as one might imagine; in fact, he had very few servants.
Chen Yihan had never married. To him, there was only one thing in life: cultivation!
Just a moment ago, however, he had been startled. Slowly opening his eyes, he gazed toward the young Marquis's courtyard next door, his expression one of utter disbelief.
In that brief moment, he had sensed an immense aura, as vast and boundless as the sea, emanating from that direction. Yet it lacked the piercing, suffocating pressure characteristic of a Celestial Level Martial Artist. Instead, it inspired an instinctive feeling of warmth and affinity.
This was the very realm Chen Yihan had pursued his entire life, but had never been able to reach!
