"Fairy Baicao advanced to Dongxuan? Then why is your sect's strength so weak...?"
Lin Xuan spoke after a moment of thought. He had originally assumed it was merely an insignificant little sect, but now it seemed the situation was completely different from what he had imagined. Leaving Fairy Baicao's aptitude aside for the moment, for her to have advanced to Dongxuan, the cultivation method she practiced definitely could not have been poor.
"You make us a laughingstock before you, Senior. Our ancestor was heroic and mighty; it is we later-generation disciples who are unworthy. Our sect was once prosperous as well, but unfortunately, after weathering certain storms, it gradually declined. Even all manner of cultivation methods were lost by more than half, to the point that this Hundred Herb Art became incomplete."
Shangguan Muyu sighed, her eyes filled with loneliness. Lin Xuan casually offered a few words of comfort. Seas turned into mulberry fields, and worldly affairs changed; the rises and falls of a sect were perfectly normal. To be fair, the Hundred Herb Sect had not vanished over the long years and had managed to pass down its orthodoxy. That alone was already quite remarkable.
Of course, Lin Xuan still had doubts in his heart. According to this woman, Fairy Baicao of old had definitely not been a thing confined to a pond. Why, then, had she placed the Hundred Herb Sect's main altar in the Great Wilderness Sea, a place like some poor, remote backwater?
After a brief hesitation, Lin Xuan did not ask this question. Speaking too deeply when acquaintance was shallow was a great taboo. There would be plenty of time later; there was no rush now.
However, when he looked at this woman, Lin Xuan's expression grew a little more gentle. "As the saying goes,