Having failed to persuade Chen Lin, Lu Xiaoyi and Zhang Zhenqian left in disappointment.
They could not compare to Chen Lin, or even to Xin Yueling under Yue Tianyi. During the Spirit Transformation stage, they could still be considered quite wealthy, but after advancing to Void Refinement, they found themselves stretched thin.
The resources a Void Refinement Cultivator needed were far beyond those of a Spirit Transformation Cultivator. An ordinary Spirit Transformation Cultivator's entire fortune could not even buy a single bottle of pills meant for a Void Refinement Cultivator.
Moreover, Chen Lin had fleeced the two of them, and they had gained nothing in Bamian City. They were so poor that they could only scour the land for treasures.
Chen Lin neither asked them to stay nor tried to dissuade them.
Although he had rarely worried about ordinary cultivation resources since transmigrating, he could still understand how it felt to have none available.
However, while he and Lu Xiaoyi's group were sworn siblings in name, they were not actually that close.
At least for now, they were still learning to get along.
Thus, he could not possibly give his possessions to them, nor would he risk himself to help with their affairs.
He had no obligation to do so, and he could not help everyone anyway.
Another month passed.
The Divine Will Sect had begun relocating. After informing Xue Honglan, Chen Lin quietly left the sect.
The Twin Lakes Desert.
A man stood atop a sand dune, gazing at a distant pit in the sand.
He was tall and burly, with a full beard and a pitch-black broadsword strapped to his back. At a glance, he looked like a rough, bold adventurer.
"It really has disappeared. I wonder whether the people there can still survive."
The man muttered to