Qin Sang understood that searching for Senior Qingzhu would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Whether he succeeded depended entirely on luck, and he couldn’t afford to expend too much effort on it. His top priority now was to cultivate earnestly.0

Suppressing his wandering thoughts, Qin Sang walked to the pool. Seeing the clear spring water and the blossoms in full bloom, he took out the tree root and placed it on the spring’s mouth, allowing it to be bathed in the spiritual spring. Whether it would work was uncertain, so he could only wait for the results.0

Even if the root could accelerate the spiritual spring, it wouldn’t show immediate results. Qin Sang re-sealed the barrier around the pool and left it alone.0

He then sat cross-legged on the stone bed and brought out a piece of Golden Thread Cedar Wood.0

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