Thirty years later.
At the summit of Three Mountains Peak.
Inside a pavilion suspended above the Turtle-Raising Pool.
Miao Hongyu's features were still as exquisite as a young girl's, with little difference from before.
Yet her cultivation had astonishingly reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage!
At this moment, she was tossing spiritual food into the deep pool below, with Zhong Wuyou standing beside her.
He had already become decrepit with age. More importantly, an aura of decay clung to him; he looked as though he was nearing the end of a Foundation Establishment cultivator's lifespan.
"Association Head, this grand auction concluded successfully, and the proceeds..."
"As for the friction with the Azure Cauldron Sect's affiliated forces... elders have already been dispatched to handle it..."
Zhong Wuyou reported matters one by one.
Miao Hongyu withdrew the hand she had been using to feed the pool and suddenly asked about someone. "Where is that guest elder?"
"Uh..."
At the mention of Aaron, even Zhong Wuyou was left speechless. At first, he and the Association Head had worried that the man might be some deeply concealed spy.
But after thirty years of observation, time revealed a person's true heart. They had discovered that he truly cared only for bitter cultivation and had no interest in anything else.
He rarely even carried out guest elder assignments. He essentially never left his cave residence, much less the market.
Even when Zhong Wuyou had deliberately leaked some secrets several times, the man could not be bothered to pay attention, looking utterly uninterested.
"According to this subordinate's observations, Elder Fang is indeed a devoted cultivator. Moreover... his origins are entirely clear and clean, and he harbors no other designs toward our Three Mountains Association."
Zhong Wuyou spoke. Thirty years was not a short time