After exchanging pleasantries, Xu Tingyun got to the point and said to Gan Mingfeng,
"Brother Gan, have you also come to Lishou Mountain this time fully prepared, intending to enter the mountain in search of opportunities?"
"Sigh, since Brother Xu has put it that way, I won't hide it from you. Two years ago, after I became separated from everyone, I happened upon a gourd containing a stroke of fortune. When used to hold wine, it could strengthen one's vital essence and increase one's cultivation.
This showed that Lishou Mountain truly held countless opportunities. My talent is ordinary; if I want to achieve anything, I cannot do without such opportunities. That was why I spent two years preparing before deciding to explore Lishou Mountain again."
These were no empty words, but the truth, and Xu Tingyun, Min Tao, and the others naturally accepted them. If not for opportunities, who would brave such enormous risks and travel so tirelessly from afar?
Still, although Xu Tingyun believed Gan Mingfeng's motives, he was not entirely without doubts.
"So that was it. Brother Gan and I had the same thoughts. Back then, I obtained a stalk of Purple Gold Bamboo from the mountain. It was only thanks to that treasure that I benefited so greatly and attained my present cultivation.
However, I see that Brother Gan seems to be injured, and that the injury has yet to heal. What happened?"
Gan Mingfeng sighed and cast Meng Zhao a feignedly reproachful look.
"Isn't it because of this junior brother of mine? Fresh out of the gate, all he thinks about is playing the hero, upholding justice, and helping the weak against the strong. In the end, he provoked an expert of the Demonic Path. After a fierce battle, we drove back the enemy, but I