"Fellow Daoist Tongyu, you really are someone wise for a lifetime, yet muddled for a moment. Could it be you don't remember? More than a hundred years ago, this Senior Lin was wanted by the Ten Thousand Budddhas Sect. The head of that sect's Arhat Hall, Kong Xuan, died at Lin Xuan's hands."
"That's right. Several decades ago, Horizon Sea Pavilion announced that two Lihe Realm cultivators had joined them, and wasn't one of them named Lin Xuan?" The old monk also spoke, his face showing shock.
Hearing the two companions say this, Perfected Master Tongyu also remembered. His expression shifted again and again. The battle on Yingzhou Island a hundred years ago had had an impact on the structure of Cloud Province's cultivation world that could be called profoundly far-reaching.
The addition of two Lihe Realm cultivators to Horizon Sea Pavilion had made every sect and clan turn pale with shock. As the master of Spirit Herb Mountain, how could he possibly not have heard of it?
Yet he had never once had any doubts.
That was no wonder. The gap between Core Condensation and the Lihe Realm was simply far too great. He had never thought of his own disciple at all, instead treating it as merely the same given name and surname.
After all, the name Lin Xuan was not especially unusual. There were so many cultivators under heaven; it was nothing strange for names to overlap.
Thinking of it now, it truly had been his own negligence. This Senior Lin, whose name shook Cloud Province, was his beloved disciple. It was only that times had changed, and he had no idea what fortuitous encounters Lin Xuan had had to go from Core Condensation to the Lihe Realm in a short three hundred years. Such a cultivation