Three days later, Lin Xuan returned to Spirit Herb Mountain.
The scenery around his cave residence was just as before. Clearly, no one had come here during this time.
Lin Xuan made no effort to conceal his aura. The few cultivators he encountered along the way all showed startled looks.
When the young sect master had first entered the sect, he had only been at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Now, in a short twenty-odd years, he had actually achieved a Golden Core. Such a prodigy truly possessed aptitude rarely seen in the cultivation world even once in a thousand years, and everyone inwardly admired Perfected Master Tongyu's eyes that shone like torches.
After returning to his cave residence, Lin Xuan rested for several days. After all, although this Core Condensation had gone smoothly, it had still consumed no small amount of his mental energy. He was truly exhausted!
At this moment, Lin Xuan lay on the bed in his bedroom, pinching a Sound Transmission Talisman between his fingers, a playful look on his face.
This talisman had been sent by his master.
But apart from some words of congratulations and encouragement, there was still nothing else inside.
Lin Xuan was no fool. Ever since learning of Spirit Herb Mountain's hidden strength, he had been guessing in his heart that perhaps, because his cultivation as the nominal young sect master had been too low, Perfected Master Tongyu had seldom mentioned sect affairs to him. Yet now that he had already formed his Golden Core, the other side still showed no movement...
Could it be that the time still had not come?
But very soon, Lin Xuan recovered his calm expression.
It was best if no one came to disturb him. Lin Xuan did not think that everything would be fine