More than a month after Qin Fengming and Ying Yi had entered separate cave abodes and begun their secluded pill refinement, a stern-faced young cultivator suddenly appeared inside a cave abode concealed by restrictive spells on another mist-shrouded peak.
The dense mist outside this cave abode had not hindered his entry at all.
"Old Ancestor, you have arrived! Jun Hui pays her respects. I will notify Master at once."
Jun Hui, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation inside the cave abode, abruptly opened her eyes. Once she recognized the newcomer, she sprang to her feet, bowed respectfully, and spoke in haste.
"There is no hurry to summon your master. I have something for you here. It may help with the injuries inside your body." The stern-faced young man looked at the female cultivator before him and suddenly raised a hand to stop her.
"Jun Hui has suffered from these injuries for more than six thousand years, troubling you with concern and making you expend such effort searching for spiritual treasures for me to consume. I truly feel ashamed..."
At his words, the female cultivator showed no delight. Instead, profound self-reproach appeared on her face. As she spoke, she bent her knees and knelt before him.
"Hui'er, do not think that way. It will do your state of mind no good. You were the most gifted cultivator of our Jun clan, and you should have had a chance to impact the Mahayana bottleneck. Had a few more people gone along that time, you would not have faced that ferocious creature alone and suffered such grievous injuries. It was also your desperate gamble that brought those heaven-defying benefits into our clan's hands. Those very benefits gave several of our cultivators the chance to break through their bottlenecks over the following three