C6262 A Thousand Miles a Day

The war outside was raging, but the Cloudsoaring Cave was unusually quiet.

Qin Ming stood on the purple stairs and cultivated quietly.

Behind him, there were a large number of stone stairs. He could not see his head at all.

It had been a year since he stood on the purple stairs.

In this year, Qin Ming didn't waste any time. Every day, he worked very hard to cultivate