Outside Lu Wenyuan's cave dwelling.
A female cultivator had been pacing around outside.
She was none other than the disciple Lu Mingxin had recruited earlier.
By now, Lu Mingxin had become an official disciple of the Dan Ding Sect. She also knew who her backer was and had long since prepared to come pay her respects.
Unexpectedly, her clan uncle had kept his cave dwelling sealed. Even her voice transmission talisman had been blocked outside the formation. Clearly, he was in deep seclusion.
Lu Mingxin was remarkably persistent. After failing to see him once, she came every day, all the way until today.
"Uncle... does he not want to see me?"
A moment earlier, Lu Mingxin had gazed at the still-sealed cave dwelling, nearly bursting into tears.
She had vaguely heard her grandfather speak of what happened back then. Her clan uncle had left home in those years, and he likely harbored some resentment.
After all, Uncle Wenyuan's talent in alchemy was astonishing, and he possessed three Spiritual Roots—not a poor aptitude by any means. To have successfully achieved Foundation Establishment in the Dan Ding Sect with just one Foundation Establishment Pill clearly meant that, whether in aptitude, opportunity, talent, or even fortune, he was far stronger than that Lu Xiaotian.
Yet the family had chosen Lu Xiaotian back then and poured all its resources into nurturing him. The worst part was that, in the end, all their efforts had come to nothing! The family's finances had been plunged into hardship, cutting off the cultivation resources of its cultivators.
After news of Lu Wenyuan's Foundation Establishment returned to the family, quite a few clan elders sighed. They should have given the Foundation Establishment Pill to Lu Wenyuan in the first place. It would have been better than throwing it into