Another month passed.
On this day, Lu Xuan came to the Spirit Field and cast the Earth Guidance Art, drawing the Spirit Soil's structure into subtle changes. Then he took out more than fifty Hidden Essence Grass Spirit Seeds and planted them one by one into the Spirit Soil.
Threads of spirit rain drifted down, seeping into the spirit seeds. Lu Xuan sensed the seeds gradually being nourished, his gaze gentle.
"Daoist Lu!"
Outside the Cave Mansion came the familiar voice of the one-eyed middle-aged man, Luo Ming.
Lu Xuan hurried out to greet him.
"I was passing near your Cave Mansion today, Daoist, and thought I would come pay you a visit. How have you been lately, Daoist Lu?"
The one-eyed middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"Thanks to your concern, Daoist Luo, I've been fairly well. Every day I cultivate some flowers and plants, and tease the Spirit Beasts a little."
Lu Xuan answered casually.
He led the one-eyed middle-aged man into the Small Courtyard and served Spirit Fruit and spirit tea.
"By the way, Daoist Lu, I'm planning to make a trip to the Thunder Sea in a while. I wonder if you would be willing to explore it together?"
"Last time, when I entered that Medicine Garden with you, we got along rather pleasantly. I've also gained a bit of trust in you, Daoist Lu, which is why I came specially to invite you."
"If we go in together again, sooner or later one of us will vanish without a sound."
Lu Xuan thought to himself in secret. Wang Yanzhong's inexplicable disappearance before, he guessed, had no small connection to the one-eyed middle-aged man before him.
Of course, the White-Haired Old Woman had little to do with him. After all, he had only passively fought back.