This high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill had not been obtained by Lin Zhang.
He had already reached the latter half of his life. How could he still fight tooth and nail like the young?
This pill had been seized by his granddaughter, Lin Shaoyue, the other Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Lushan Lin Family, at the cost of nearly throwing away her life—for her pretty boy Dao companion.
Lin Shaoyue had reached Foundation Establishment at forty and was Lin Zhang's most beloved granddaughter. Naturally, she had not married lightly and had always remained alone.
Lin Shaoyue had once possessed a steadfast Dao Heart and would not have casually plunged into the river of love. Yet more than ten years ago, she met a kindred spirit upon the Great Dao—a Dao of Painting Cultivator.
That Dao of Painting Cultivator looked like a frail scholar, with a small, deathly pale face that made one pity him at first sight. He often held brush and ink in his hands, ready to sketch at any moment.
By chance, Lin Shaoyue encountered that Dao of Painting Cultivator. He painted her portrait, and its beauty was astonishing.
Lin Shaoyue had never interacted with any men besides the brothers and elders within her clan, much less seen a man so peerless in both talent and appearance. She fell into the river of love at once.
Of course, what Lin Shaoyue valued was not his face, but the harmony between their souls.
Though Lin Shaoyue had been fifty-eight at the time, compared to a Foundation Establishment cultivator's lifespan of over two hundred years, she was still a tender little girl, and she looked much the same.
They were fairly well matched in appearance, and she became Dao companions with this little Rogue Cultivator.
While the two traveled together upon