Chapter 570: Primordial Spirit
The fragrance of sandalwood lingered in the meditation room. Chen Qing raised a hand, removed his plain white inner robe, and changed into a dark-patterned combat suit.
When he pushed the door open and stepped outside, the morning mist of the Myriad Techniques Peak was drifting up from the mountain stream, carrying the clean, cool scent of mountain grass and trees.
Chen Qing vaulted his body upward and traveled through the air toward Prison Peak.
At the summit of Prison Peak, several ancient pine trees of vigorous age stood upright against the wind. The sound of pine trees rustling with the mountain breeze swept past the cliff walls, carrying a hint of open, wild flavor.
On the flat bluestone ground at the summit stood two simple stone houses, solitary and quiet.
Chen Qing withdrew his aura and walked unhurried to the stone house door. He clasped his fists and bowed toward the interior, calling out clearly, "Master Uncle Hua!"
"Come in."
Hua Yunfeng's voice came immediately from within the stone house, still carrying that characteristic air of casual indifference, yet with a few degrees of familiar warmth beneath it.
Chen Qing reached out and pushed open the heavy stone door. A rich, mellow fragrance of wine surged toward him in an instant, mingled with the natural sweetness of wild mountain fruit.