A Nascent Soul Late Stage Martial Brother in the sect was nearing his end, yet Lu Xuan's heart remained as still as an Ancient Well.
Several Heavenly Origin Fruits were planted in his Spirit Field, but he had no intention of lending a hand.
For one thing, he had never known that Martial Brother, so there was no need to rush over and ripen a Heavenly Essence Fruit, then deliver a Longevity Treasure to him.
For another, that Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator had already reached the point where the oil was spent and the lamp had run dry. Even a Seventh Grade Longevity Spirit Pill would be hard-pressed to solve the problem at its root; it could only let him drag out his feeble breath for a while longer.
Therefore, Lu Xuan had no intention of making a grand show of himself for the time being.
After talking about such a heavy topic, neither of them had much interest left, so Lu Xuan rose and took his leave.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Lu Xuan had been keeping an eye on news of that Nascent Soul Late Stage Martial Brother. That day, after learning he was going to enter Heart Sword Lake, he changed into a dark blue robe and came to the entrance of Heart Sword Lake.
Around the entrance stood several dozen Nascent Soul Cultivators from the Nine Great Sword Peaks.
"Aside from those out traveling, or those currently in Secluded Cultivation, most Nascent Soul True Lords in the Sword Sect have come."
Everyone was silent, their expressions grave.
A moment later, accompanied by the Pure Subtlety Sword Master, a thin old man slowly walked toward the entrance of Heart Sword Lake.
Lu Xuan lowered his head slightly.
In the eyes of