Besides, the Lifespan-Extending Pills stored in the sect treasury for healing Divine Soul injuries did not belong to Qi Zhentian. It was hardly his place to mourn their loss.
The problem was that pills plainly carried Pill Toxin. Who swallowed them by the handful like that young man surnamed Luo, as though he were eating a meal? Was he not afraid of harming himself or leaving behind hidden damage?
In Qi Zhentian's eyes, the young man was a fine piece of jade. If medicinal toxins left even the slightest blemish on him, it would be an irreparable loss for the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect.
Unfortunately, no one else present seemed worried about Pill Toxin.
Helpless, Qi Zhentian looked toward his sect's Dao Seed and changed the subject. "Dao Seed, are you done gazing at the Mountain?"
"Ah!"
Cao Yuxiu sighed at the question, then shook his head with a rueful smile.
His mind had taken such a tremendous blow today that he would not try gazing at the Mountain again, at least not until he recovered or found some way to vent.
At that thought, his eyes, which had quietly grown dull with defeat, suddenly brightened.
He could use this chance to vent the frustration that had built up inside him.
After all, talent, Comprehension, and Endowment were things cultivators were born with. No amount of effort later in life could change them.
But as the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's Dao Seed, the effort and sweat he had poured into his cultivation could not be denied. No matter how gifted he was, he would never have come this far without them.
His talent, Comprehension, and Endowment might fall short of the young man surnamed Luo, but diligence could make up for clumsiness. If he worked hard enough and shed enough sweat, he