The year's term soon drew to a close. Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged in the same spot, just as he had when Lü Song left, and had not moved at all.
At that moment, a vortex appeared in the void, and a figure stepped out of it.
The newcomer looked like Lü Song, but also like one of his clones. With Lu Xiaotian separated by the restrictions and unable to fully use his Primordial Spirit to examine him, he could not tell for certain whether the person who had come was the original or a clone.
"Fellow Daoist Dongfang, you're certainly composed. You haven't moved an inch in an entire year," Lü Song said, regarding Lu Xiaotian with interest.
"This place is quiet and undisturbed, perfect for calming the mind and cultivating. You seem to be in good spirits, Fellow Daoist Lü. Have you resolved the matter with your cultivation partner?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"More or less. At least it's no longer so pressing. How is your work on the Daoheart Ghost-Demon Pill coming along, Fellow Daoist Dongfang?" Lü Song asked.
"Not bad. I have some leads, but with alchemy, no one can claim absolute confidence until the pill is successfully refined," Lu Xiaotian replied.
"Very well. These are the materials for refining the Daoheart Ghost-Demon Pill. If you succeed, bring it to me in exchange for part of the remains of a fourth-grade pill spirit." Ye Song held out a palm, and the materials for refining the Daoheart Ghost-Demon Pill drifted toward Lu Xiaotian.
"The remains of a fourth-grade pill spirit?" Lu Xiaotian's eyes narrowed as he took the materials for the Daoheart Ghost-Demon Pill. There was no reason to refuse materials handed to him for free. Even if he failed, it would cost him little. There was only enough