Translator: Aran

  The Underground Moon Immortal Palace.

  Ye Qingyu was sat crossed-legged on a broken stalagmite on the underground river outside of the hidden chamber. Dense mist was curling around his body and a faintly discernible yuan qi was emitting from his body.

  His face was calm, there was no joy or sorrow, like he was a monk that had entered into a meditative state, solemn and peaceful.

  In the past one month, except for Old Fish who had been fishing in th..