"Senior Wang had not died, but he was badly injured."
The Nascent Soul powerhouse with a formidable physique looked at Wang Ren respectfully, his words tinged with regret.
"Come with me." Wang Ren handed the horse's reins to Jiang Ping An, clasped his hands behind his back, and slowly headed toward the stables.
"Yes, Senior."
Jiang Ping An replied respectfully.
He had encountered this senior once before at the stables, and the man had even given him a Spirit Beast Storage Bag.
He had sensed then that the man was extraordinary, but before he could use the power of his right eye to examine the man's cultivation, the man had left.
Feng Yuchen climbed up from the ground, his expression somewhat ugly. Why could Jiang Ping An receive personal guidance from Senior Wang Ren?
Although this senior was not a Body Cultivator, his cultivation was extremely high. Two months of his guidance could spare someone hundreds of years of detours.
Jiang Ping An clearly had little talent, and his Tyrant Body Art had not even reached the second level. Why was he receiving such attention?
Feng Yuchen could not understand it.
It was not just him. The other geniuses could not understand it either. Being taught by this senior was even better than receiving guidance from the Princess.
Wang Ren walked very slowly, like an ordinary old man. He suddenly asked leisurely, "Why do you cultivate?"
"Reporting to Senior, I cultivate in order to become an Immortal."
Jiang Ping An answered without the slightest hesitation.
Wang Ren shook his head, disappointment appearing on his face. Clearly, he was very dissatisfied with that answer.
"Many people cultivate to become Immortals, to live forever without dying, but how could such a thing be so easy?"
"In ancient times, there was still a