"Something has gone wrong with your sect's Ten Thousand Year Spirit Wood?"
Lu Xuan asked in confusion.
For a spirit plant to have grown for ten thousand years, and with the Divine Wood Sect's meticulous protection and watch over it, any problem arising could be called extremely rare.
"That's right. For some unknown reason, a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Wood growing inside our grotto-heaven has begun withering over a large area. We have tried many methods, but none have had any effect. Hearing that Daoist Lu possesses a divine, transcendent mastery in the Spirit Plant Dao, we came to seek your help."
Lin Jiangyuan said, hope in his eyes.
"We ask Daoist Lu to lend your aid. The Divine Wood Sect would be endlessly grateful."
Zhang Jingxian, at the side, likewise spoke with sincere urgency.
Lu Xuan was just about to answer when, suddenly, a Silver White Flood Dragon Shadow shot into the great hall like lightning. Its radiance drew in, and Jian Hai Zhen's figure appeared.
His expression was dignified as his gaze swept over Zhang Jingxian and the other man.
"Greetings, Sword Master Hai Zhen."
The two cupped their hands in salute.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, it has been long since we last met. I did not expect to see you in the sword sect today."
Jian Hai Zhen gave a slight nod.
"I already understand why the two of you have come, but there is one point I do not understand."
"The Divine Wood Sect is famous throughout the Cultivation World for cultivating all manner of high-rank spirit plants and spirit herbs, and there are no telling how many formidable Spirit Plant Masters within it. Why would you come to the Profound Cave Sword Sect, where Sword Cultivators are everywhere, to seek help?"
He asked with an indifferent