Cultivators' sense of time was always different from others'.
Ever since he had ordered the mountain sealed, Aaron had begun his closed-door cultivation.
Not until one day, when a spirit talisman flew into his cave abode, was he barely roused from his meditation.
"How long have I been in seclusion?"
He opened his eyes and counted on his fingers, discovering that only a little over one sixty-year cycle had passed. He could not help but feel speechless. "Why drag me out so soon?"
With that thought, he glanced again at his status panel:
[Name: Xin Chen (Fang Yu, Aaron)] [Talent: Immortal Longevity, Beyond Calculation] [Age: 800] [Realm: Golden Core] [Techniques: Supreme Unity Five Spirits Canon (42398/100000), All-Heavens Sword Canon (55432/100000), Supreme Unity Magnetism Divine Restriction (49829/100000)]
"This year just happens to be this body's eight-hundredth birthday. It should be celebrated properly..."
Forging a Primordial Spirit was no overnight task. Aaron sensed his Supreme Unity Magnetism Golden Core and found that it had not grown much, so he leisurely emerged from seclusion and arrived at the Sect Master's Grand Hall.
"Sect Master!"
Wu Mei, Yuanyuanzi, and more than a dozen Xuan Guang inner disciples were all present, and they immediately bowed in salute.
"That will do!"
Aaron sat upon a chair made of ten-thousand-year warm jade, casually waved a hand, and asked, "What happened that you had to summon me from seclusion? Before I entered seclusion, did I not instruct you not to disturb me unless it was a major matter?"
Hearing this, Wu Mei secretly rolled her eyes. And this isn't a fucking major matter? Every outer disciple who never advanced to Xuan Guang has fucking died of old age!
Luo Fu doesn't merely have a hundred people now. Including us, there aren't even fifty left...
The Sect