"Fellow Daoist Lei, could it be that you know Fellow Daoist Fang?"
Madam Zi was somewhat suspicious.
In Purple Robe Tower, who did not know that Ancestor Lei's temper was like thunder—fiery and explosive?
He was also arrogant and proud, looking down on even other Integrated Body Early Stage cultivators.
When had he ever shown such humility?
"This..."
The Purple-robed Man hesitated.
"We crossed paths once in the Mo Tian Mountain Range... By the way, how is that Wood-Plant Physique cultivator from your tower doing?"
Fang Xi casually asked a question.
Once upon a time, he too had a friend who had awakened the Wood-Plant Physique. Unfortunately, that person's constitution had never been fully developed before he passed away...
Compared with that Spirit Transformation Cultivator surnamed Zhuo, he had truly been unlucky to the extreme.
If Liu Sanqi had been in the Earth Immortal Realm, he might perhaps have gotten a glimpse of the opportunity to undergo Spirit Transformation.
It was a pity that he had been born in the resource-poor Lower Realm. Before he could fully develop the various abilities of the Wood-Plant Physique, his lifespan had already neared its end...
"Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist. My grand-disciple is safe and sound..."
The big man surnamed Lei found it rather strange, but still answered respectfully.
Madam Zi's beautiful eyes shifted, and she immediately sensed something unusual. When she looked at Fang Xi, her gaze now carried a trace of awe.
"Our Penglai Immortal Pavilion is excavating a secret realm here, making us neighbors of sorts. Why don't we find another place to drink tea and discuss the Dao? Would that not be delightful?"
Fang Xi proposed with a beaming smile.
Madam Zi immediately picked up the conversation. "Your suggestion is very much to my liking..."
Before long,