A year ago, Zhao Jinding had failed his Foundation Establishment attempt!
Cruel reality once again proved that the success rate of cultivators advancing to Foundation Establishment was terrifyingly low—and that the Zhao Family truly had rotten luck to the extreme.
That afternoon, Zhao Sheng washed up and groomed himself anew, trimmed away his excess beard and hair, changed into a brand-new robe, then eagerly went to find Zhao Keqin at the Merit Hall.
Two years had passed since they last met. When Zhao Sheng saw Zhao Keqin again, he discovered that the man had grown far older and more haggard.
Not only had his hair and beard turned gray, but his complexion was unnaturally sallow. He coughed from time to time, as though he had once suffered severe injuries.
When Zhao Keqin saw Zhao Sheng suddenly appear, he examined him closely. Joy immediately spread across his face as he said happily, "Haha, you've actually reached Qi Refining Level Three already."
Zhao Sheng nodded and humbly replied, "Just luck."
He had only just advanced to the third level and had yet to fully conceal his aura, which was why Zhao Keqin had noticed the clue.
In the Cultivation World, unless there was a difference of one major realm, cultivators at the same level found it difficult to discern one another's cultivation unless they had practiced specific techniques.
Zhao Keqin shook his head and said seriously, "This isn't luck. Of the sixteen clan members of the Chong Generation, you're the only one who could endure the loneliness of two years in secluded cultivation. The heavens reward diligence; there's nothing to be humble about."
"Let's not talk about that."
After saying this, Zhao Sheng suddenly asked, "Uncle Qin, why have so many fishing boats suddenly appeared on Dragon Carp Lake? Did the spirit