When Xiaosong asked the question, every True Adept turned to look at Feng Jun, including the Red Phoenix Sect Leader. There was an unusual gleam in her eyes—only those who had experienced a Golden Core True Adept's advancement, especially at the higher levels, truly understood it.
Everyone knew that polishing one's spirit energy and deepening one's understanding of the Great Dao were slow, painstaking tasks.
But once one reached the Golden Core realm, advancing simply by grinding away over time was impossible. Such tempering was merely a prerequisite; for things to fall naturally into place, far too many other factors were involved.
Feng Jun hesitated for a moment, then finally gave a bitter smile. "If I said his advancement actually had nothing to do with me... would you True Adepts believe me?"
"Of course I would," Xiaosong answered without hesitation, not forgetting to wiggle his brows. "Feng Mountain Lord's divination is already unmatched in Kun Hao. If you said Yue Qing was a woman, I'd believe it."
An angry roar came from afar. "Fellow Daoist Xiaosong, do me a favor—whatever you do, don't end up alone!"
After a brief pause, Xia Nishang spoke. "This time, he really left... Fellow Daoist Xiaosong, you still have those manuals you promised, right?"
"Of course I do," Xiaosong replied, torn between laughter and tears. "I simply had no idea he hadn't left."
He had many of the habits typical of second-generation immortals, but he also had one virtue: he was not afraid to admit his shortcomings.
That stemmed not only from his family background, but also fully demonstrated his confidence in himself—if I had flaws, I could simply make up for them. It was not as though I lacked the ability to do so.
Thus, no Golden Core cultivator was simple. He certainly had