After arriving at "Archaic Immortal City," Su Fan had completely lost interest in wandering around.
Every day, he secluded himself in his Portable Secret Realm, living a leisurely, contented life as though he had been utterly cut off from the clamor of the outside world.
Su Fan had originally made a perfect plan, thinking that as long as he hid in his guest room and kept out of sight, he could avoid those needless troubles.
But who could have expected that, before he had enjoyed even a few days of such comfort, someone would come knocking at his door?
That morning, gentle sunlight filtered through the dense foliage in the Portable Secret Realm, casting patches of mottled light and shadow.
Su Fan was sitting cross-legged beside the rippling pool near the Thatched Cottage, the aura around him steady and restrained as he immersed himself in cultivating the "Nine Nether Yellow Springs Womb-Origin Inner-Nourishing Heart-Seal Profound Scripture."
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a trace of wariness flashing through them.
As it turned out, someone had knocked on the door of the guest room outside, and the sound appeared especially jarring in that tranquil setting.
His brows furrowed slightly. He slowly rose from the ground, and with a flash of his figure, he stepped out of the Portable Secret Realm and arrived in the guest room outside.
Su Fan raised his hand and opened the door, only to see a Void Refining Stage cultivator standing outside, his aura deep and vigorous.
The cultivator wore a black robe, its sleeves fluttering gently in the wind, while his face bore a somewhat kindly smile.
"Fellow Daoist, you are...?"
Su Fan spoke up, sizing the other man up with his eyes.
When the other man saw Su Fan, his smile grew even more pronounced. He