"There's nothing seriously wrong. It's an old ailment from many years ago. My injuries healed afterward, but there was no restoring this hair." Lu Xiaotian smiled. Back then, during his great battle with Di Kun, Di Kun's ice-blue flames had entered his body, and he had nearly lost his life. Being able to keep his life was already fortunate enough. As for the color of his hair, Lu Xiaotian had never really cared about it.
"What about your brother, Lü Fan?"
"My elder brother? He passed away more than a hundred years ago, killed by a Rogue Cultivator from the Southern Wastelands." Lu Feng's expression dimmed.
"Life is unpredictable. I never thought you would successfully establish your Foundation and even become a disciple of the Mystic Ice Sect."
Lu Xiaotian did not offer much consolation. More than a hundred years had passed, and everyone who was destined to go had already gone. Too many people had died in that great battle. Lu Feng had survived until today; anything he should have come to terms with, he had already come to terms with.
The brothers Lu Feng and Lü Fan were precisely the two brothers Lu Xiaotian had encountered when he returned to Moonwatch City and mingled with several Cultivation Lineages. He had inadvertently heard about the Primordial Dao Treasury. It was also thanks to the brothers' guidance that he entered the Primordial Dao Treasury and obtained its opportunities, eventually achieving what he had today.
"If not for the Foundation Establishment Pill Senior bestowed upon me back then, I would have long since become a heap of yellow earth. How could I have achieved anything today? And now Senior has saved my life again. Such great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten." Lu Feng's face was filled with gratitude.
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