He Shoufeng spoke. "To tell you the truth, although I came to Mount Lu under orders from an elder of the Profound Teaching, I had a few considerations of my own."
A bitter smile appeared on his face, and he sighed. "Do you know what year I formed my golden core and was granted the rank of Profound Teaching True Disciple?"
Fang Shu looked puzzled. "Please tell me, Brother He."
He Shoufeng said, "Counting back, it was exactly three years after you left Mount Lu."
Hearing this, Fang Shu looked surprised.
The man had been sent to a place like Mount Lu immediately after forming his golden core and becoming a True Disciple. Even if he served as lord of a mountain, to an immortal of a divine immortal Dao vein, this looked like being relegated to an outlying post no matter how one viewed it. It was hardly a good thing.
Sure enough, He Shoufeng revealed more.
Back then, several True Disciples had been alive at the Profound Teaching's Western Altar. Although He Shoufeng had not been the most outstanding among them, he had youth on his side and considerable potential.
By rights, he should have remained within the teaching and devoted himself to cultivation.
But as luck would have it, an opportunity had arisen that year for the Western Altar's True Disciples to cultivate at the Ancestral Altar in Central Province.
Although He Shoufeng had become a True Disciple, he came from an ordinary mortal background. He could not compare with the teaching's powerful clans of many generations; his backing was far too weak.
To prevent him from accidentally winning a place at the Ancestral Altar, a few old fellows in the teaching had acted first, seized upon a pretext, and banished him here.
Hearing the reason, Fang