Chapter 129. This publication disclaims responsibility for the content.
Chapter 129: 129. This publication disclaims responsibility for the content.
“Bai Jie, the young husband?”
Yu Qing looked at these four words with some confusion, unclear about their meaning.
She was about to continue reading when Fang Zhou already asked her, “Taoist Yu Qing, where is Chaoyang Palace?”
Yu Qing could only put down the newspaper for now and smiled, “Let me take you there; it’s not far from here.”
The two of them then proceeded together. Out of courtesy, Yu Qing took the initiative to carry the heavy items such as the long table and chairs for Fang Zhou, who did not refuse.
Chaoyang Palace is located at the top of a steep cliff on Yujian Peak, facing east, welcoming the morning sun. Each morning, the spiritual energy here becomes richer than in other places, attracting many disciples in the Qi Refining Realm to come here for cultivation.
When Yu Qing brought Fang Zhou here, there were already hundreds of disciples cultivating in front of Chaoyang Palace.
They sat cross-legged on bamboo mats, facing the sunrise, eyes tightly closed, breathing rhythmically, inhaling the air filled with rich spiritual energy, and exhaling the purified waste air.
This scene reminded Fang Zhou of the days when he did morning exercises at school long ago, missing only the familiar athletic march.
Fang Zhou did not disturb those cultivating disciples. Instead, he found an open space nearby, put down the table and chairs, untied the newspaper’s straw rope, and spread it out on the table.
Seeing Fang Zhou arranging his goods earnestly, like a little peddler, Yu Qing also found it quite interesting.