Travel together.
Yi Hua Daoist had no children of his own, so in a certain sense, the weight carried by his inheritor was no less than that of Shen Tu Zhanfeng or Nie Tianhou.
Seeing the astonishment on the faces of Shen Tu Zhanfeng, Nie Tianhou, Bai Rushuang, Zhang Taixu, and Meng Delin, Lin Shiqing felt rather pleased with himself. But when he saw that Mu Xia and Lu Xiaotian showed no unusual reaction at all, looking completely unmoved, Lin Shiqing could not help feeling secretly irritated. Mu Xia was one thing—she looked extraordinary and was probably from an extraordinary background. But as for Lu Xiaotian, Lin Shiqing knew him all too well through Meng Changzai. He was merely a second-grade Pill Saint with no foundation whatsoever, a Rogue Cultivator with no master or lineage. Who knew how he had even managed to advance to the rank of second-grade Pill Saint?
When Meng Changzai had first told him about Lu Xiaotian, Lin Shiqing had already felt somewhat indignant. An ordinary person like that had somehow advanced to the rank of second-grade Pill Saint so quickly, and his alchemy had even earned Meng Changzai's high praise. Lin Shiqing felt that Lu Xiaotian's reputation was largely undeserved. After all, alchemy was not something one could master by building a chariot behind closed doors. As someone highly skilled in alchemy, Lin Shiqing knew how difficult it was to reach a certain height in the Dao of alchemy without guidance from a renowned master. For Lin Shiqing to have reached the strength of a third-grade Pill Saint at his age, he naturally possessed his own unique insights and understanding of alchemy.
In Lin Shiqing's eyes, a person whose future had practically been fixed could still put on airs before him. Was that not laughable?