After all, places with spirit veins like this were countless in the Lost Realm. Saying they could be found everywhere was a little excessive, but they truly had nothing eye-catching about them. If cultivators passed through here, whether they had business or not, who would pay it any extra attention?
Lin Xuan's life now was peaceful in the extreme, and this was exactly what he needed.
He had spent twenty years finally replenishing all the true essence consumed in that battle, and the slight hidden dangers caused by taking Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk in succession had also vanished like smoke and scattered like clouds.
Lin Xuan's physical strength, vitality, and spirit had all reached their peak.
However, he had no intention of emerging from seclusion. Twenty years was indeed no short span for mortals, but to cultivators of their level, it was no more than the flick of a finger.
In the battle at Scorpion Mountain, that old monster had suffered no small hardship. Such hatred was not something a mere few decades could scatter with the wind.
Going out now was still a little too early.
Lin Xuan understood this clearly in his heart, and patience was something he likewise possessed.
Caution never led to great mistakes. Continuing to stay here was, no matter from which angle one looked at it, the most correct choice.
Moreover, it was not as if Lin Xuan had nothing to do. The hidden dangers in his body had already been removed, but next, he still needed to refine some treasures.
For example, True Dragon Spirit Blood.
True Dragons and Colorful Phoenixes, even among True Spirits, were overwhelmingly powerful existences. Their terrifying strength was almost no different from that of True Immortals.
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