Where Everyone Went; a Poor Relative Came Calling

Where Everyone Went; a Poor Relative Comes Calling

The expressions of the people in the room shifted slightly, but not with joy—with wariness and apprehension.

Fang Shu in particular lowered his gaze. The muscles throughout his body tensed instinctively as he assumed a guarded stance.

Before he had gone up the mountain, there had not only been Xiao Lili as a cautionary example; the Lone Pavilion Master had also specifically warned him that planting a spirit root was like training soldiers: whoever did it, the seed was theirs. It could not be entrusted to another's hands.

Of course, while Fang Shu and the others were deeply wary, someone in the room showed hesitation and spoke up:

"Brother Ling, do you have a spirit-root method? Weren't you born with a spirit root?"

The speakers were Mai Shenger and Hua Xiaqing. Their eyes flickered uncertainly, half expectant and half hesitant.

Ling Bai Lang fixed his gaze on the two women and bared his teeth. "With this ghostly appearance of mine, how could I deserve an inborn spirit root? To tell you the truth, before coming up the mountain, I merely received my honored master's favor and had my spirit root planted in advance. As for a method, of course I have one."

Mai Shenger and Hua Xiaqing murmured quietly to each other, while everyone else remained silent.

In the end, both women chose to decline.

They forced smiles and politely refused. "Fellow Daoist, this is precisely the time for you to strike while the iron is hot and consolidate your cultivation. We won't trouble you."

Ling Bai Lang nodded. There was no disappointment on his face, as if he had merely taken two swings whether there were dates on the tree or not—or perhaps he had truly brought it up out of