The physical body of the Buddhist pilgrim had been sealed in the Brahma Flame Pool for countless years, yet it had still been able to meet the Misty Sword Embryo head-on, driven by nothing but instinctive battle intent. Though it had ultimately lost, its power was unlike anything Lu Xiaotian had ever seen. That body alone had far surpassed even a Nascent Soul Late Stage great cultivator.
It seemed Luo Zhongting had obtained that body and managed to survive. The fortune that had befallen him was truly extraordinary. That body alone was enough to sweep aside Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Lu Xiaotian had thought that after roaming several cultivation realms, he had already experienced one fortuitous encounter after another. But compared to Luo Zhongting, that was probably nothing. Luo Zhongting had gone from an ordinary Golden Core cultivator to possessing the Buddhist pilgrim's body—he had truly ascended to the heavens in a single step. His strength had grown far faster than Lu Xiaotian could have imagined.
"But ever since he sent out the Nascent Soul Formation Pill, there's been no word from him. I don't know how he's doing now," Luo Ping'er said with a frown.
"Those who survive great calamities are blessed with good fortune. Your father came into no small fortune, and he even survived that upheaval back then. There aren't many things left that could threaten him," Lu Xiaotian said, shaking his head.
"I hope so. I'd meant to give you the Nascent Soul Formation Pill earlier, but I remembered how cold you used to be toward me. I got angry and kept holding on to it," Luo Ping'er said, looking at Lu Xiaotian reproachfully.
"I have a Nascent Soul Formation Pill too," Lu Xiaotian said with a faint smile. He had thought Luo Ping'er had never intended