Ye Shiqi had only heard of Qinggong in ancient times and had seen some wealthier men gallantly riding horses, as well as women riding with an impressive demeanor. Unfortunately, their light and agile figures didn't appear to possess the high-level martial arts skill of Qinggong that would allow them to scale walls and walk on roofs.
However, it wasn't as if she had transmigrated into a place where immortal cultivation existed. The poor were still very poor, and the rich lived in extreme luxury.
It turned out to be a peaceful era crafted by the author, where farmers lived contently, working their land with no influx of bandits or refugees wandering about.
She hadn't finished the book and didn't know that the story would end with turbulent times, with the era's peace no longer existing.
Ye Shiqi, since the first time she came to the county two years ago, had grown up. It was the farthest place she had visited since then.
