When brothers met for the first time, they had endless things to say.
"Third Brother, you are still young, but I am already old."
A faint trace of loss flashed through elder brother Lu Xuanxin's eyes as he spoke sadly.
Back when spiritual roots were awakened, he had possessed none and could only become a mortal, sent to live in the mundane world. Over the years, their parents had occasionally come to see him, but this Third Brother was visiting him for the first time.
He felt some closeness toward this younger brother, yet he was also utterly unfamiliar with him.
"Brother, the Lu Clan is in a bad state. Not long ago, the clan's Purple Mansion Ancestor passed away, leaving the situation perilous. Then another Purple Mansion Ancestor descended and attacked us. The Lu Clan suffered grievous losses. Most of the Foundation Establishment Cultivators, late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and others were all slaughtered. Fewer than one-tenth of the cultivators remain."
As Lu Xuanji spoke of the clan's past, he said, "The clan's circumstances are poor. If elder brother has any difficulties, I can help resolve one or two of them."
"The Lu Clan has suffered a great crisis."
Brother Lu Xuanxin grew slightly tense, worrying for the Lu Clan. Yet when he remembered that he was merely a mortal, how could he possibly help the clan? He smiled and said, "I came to live in the mundane world when I was six years old. I was fostered by a mortal family. Mother often came to see me, bringing gold and silver, some pills, and martial arts manuals. These years, I have lacked neither food nor clothing, my children and grandchildren fill the hall, and I have lived quite well."
"As long as Brother is happy."
Lu Xuanji comforted him.