But now he was already a Spirit Transformation cultivator. From the perspective of a Spirit Transformation cultivator, Lu Xiaotian had advanced over a hundred years earlier, so the gap between them should not be all that great. It was just that they had not seen each other for so many years, and coupled with the awe Lu Xiaotian had inspired back then, Fuyong still found the Lu Xiaotian before him somewhat unfathomable.
If it was not necessary, Fuyong was also unwilling to fall out with Lu Xiaotian.
"So be it. Since Brother Fu does not want to fall out with him, let us stay outside in peace and properly heal our injuries." The double-horned bull demon said no more and sat down directly to recover. He was injured as well, and if a conflict really broke out, this was hardly the time.
Lu Xiaotian frowned as he looked at the Purpleleaf Zhenwu before him. As the core of the formation, it was covered by a layer of barrier that enveloped the yellowish rhomboid crystal. The black seed that should originally have been floating in the passage had now transformed into a sapling once more. Its roots were like a dense spiderweb, spreading across the barrier outside the yellow crystal, with two roots already extending inside it, almost touching the rhomboid crystal.
The Purpleleaf Zhenwu had clearly awakened, and it had seen him come over, yet it had not shown delight at the first opportunity—not even surprise. In fact, Lu Xiaotian sensed a trace of wariness from the Purpleleaf Zhenwu.
"Purpleleaf Zhenwu, what is wrong? Did something happen?" Seeing the Purpleleaf Zhenwu hesitate, Lu Xiaotian asked aloud.
"I—I have run into a little trouble. Master, come a little closer and help me open this barrier. Only then can I absorb more