"Qi Rushing to the Heavenly Gate, Intent Guarding the Heart Field—what does that mean?"
"The effects of Qi Nourishing Pills are getting worse and worse. Should I switch to Dust Transformation Pills?"
"Tut, tut. I ran into that monkey the day before yesterday—it could actually speak human language, even though it was only Tier 1. It must have eaten a stalk of Language Comprehension Grass. That grass is worth five hundred Spirit Stones; it was such a waste on that beast."
Inside Bright Moon Hall, a group of cultivators sat scattered in different directions.
Before everyone had arrived, they chatted amongst themselves.
Some exchanged cultivation experiences, while others shared what they had seen and heard recently.
Ordinary independent cultivators rarely encountered such an atmosphere.
Only certain sects and clans had it. Now that the Mountain Shattering Gang had operated for a hundred years, it had gradually developed this sort of atmosphere as well.
Just as they were conversing, a burst of laughter came from outside the door.
"Fellow Daoists, Little Luo hasn't arrived late, has he?"
Accompanied by that hearty laughter, a tall, handsome, upright man strode inside.
Perhaps because he had recently kept books in hand, or perhaps because he had refined pills year after year, his face, set off by his moon-white Daoist robe, carried a rather transcendent, elegant air.
Behind Luo Chen came Sikong Shoujia and Gu Cai Yi, following him step by step.
The two looked like attendant guards as they closely followed behind him into Bright Moon Hall.
Mi Shuhua, seated in the place of honor, opened his eyes and nodded at him.
Luo Chen nodded in return and sat in the chair closest to the door, the very last seat.
Gu Cai Yi stood obediently behind him.
Sikong Shoujia, meanwhile, sat at the very