"Speak." Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes, his expression calm.
Seeing this, Ma Tianming naturally did not dare keep beating around the bush and wasting time. His knees bent slightly, and he knelt down. "I won't hide it from you, Senior. In my recent cultivation, this junior has truly run into a bottleneck and can hardly advance an inch. I hope Senior will point me through the maze."
Lin Xuan listened without committing either way, and Ma Tianming did not say anything more. The expression on his face was simply full of eagerness and pleading.
Needless to say, his heart was uneasy. His current cultivation had already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Though it looked as if he was only one step away from the middle stage, the gap between them was like the difference between the heavens and a deep abyss.
If his luck was good, perhaps he could break through in just a few days. But the greater possibility was that he would be delayed at this bottleneck for several dozen years.
The path of immortality was difficult to begin with, and his own aptitude truly could not be called good.
Ma Tianming had been at a loss, with nowhere to turn, before he thought of asking this senior for help.
After all, the other party was a cultivator of the Late Core Condensation Realm, with an honored status and great divine abilities. As long as he was willing to act, this matter would be no more than the lifting of a hand.
Lin Xuan looked at Young Master Ma, whose face was full of panic, his expression still indifferent. He stretched out his hand and patted his Storage Bag. A streak of white light flew out from within—it was a pill the size of