C1081 The Separation of Sorrow

Chuckling to himself, Qin Ming rose to his feet and closed the door, ready to engage in his cultivation practice.

Lately, he had been preoccupied with pill concoction, causing his own cultivation to grind to a halt.

There was no choice in the matter. The well-being of the Martial Emperor took precedence, and he had devoted himself tirelessly to the study of the pill