Night falls.
On the Chen Bell Platform.
Li Qian, who had just finished cultivating, picked up a piece of tanned cowhide parchment.
He carefully controlled his True Qi, etching lines onto the cowhide.
Whoosh whoosh....
With Li Qian's exhale, specks of dust dispersed, and the map's lines became clear on the cowhide—a map indeed.
Li Qian touched the uneven lines on the cowhide map with his fingers, a smile unwittingly spreading across his face.
The map was quite complex; it had taken him two whole days to complete.
Fortunately, if he had nothing else, he had time in abundance.
Holding the map on cowhide, Li Qian's fingers glided across it, splitting it neatly into four even sections of smaller maps.
Looking at his work, he smiled contentedly and immediately left the bell tower.
In the room, rhythmic snoring sounds arose.
Liu Ming was asleep.
Li Qian walked into the small storage room next door.
