After all, as a Golden Core cultivator whose appearance did not match his actual bone age, he had already lived for more than a thousand years.
A thousand years of cultivation, a thousand years of struggling through the cultivation world—from the weakest realm of mortals to forming a Golden Core and becoming an ancestor with a lifespan of three thousand years—were enough to temper even a novice cultivator's Dao Heart and cultivate sufficient prudent Wisdom Light.
What great opportunity lay ahead in the hands of an expert?
No matter how good it was, one still had to see whether one had the life to claim it.
With age came cunning; old foxes grew crafty. These great cultivators might not necessarily be cruel and ruthless, but to cultivators not of the same realm, they were no different from ants in their eyes.
He was frightened afterward because if he had offended the other party without knowing the depths of the waters, how could he not be?
"Fortunately, this senior was probably in seclusion yesterday as well. Otherwise, I would have disturbed his seclusion..."
The more he thought about it, the more fortunate he felt.
When people grew old, their temperaments also became far steadier.
Lu Qing's departure was equally as light as wind and thin as clouds, causing no ripples.
Only an unknown, unfamiliar cultivator remained behind, trembling with lingering fear for a while.
He continued cultivating in the Mortal World.
He did not involve himself too deeply in the struggles over these opportunities in the Nine Heavens.
Along the way, Lu Qing also saw a powerful Heavenly Prodigy competing with other geniuses for a treasure.
He silently stood in a nearby city and gazed toward the many mountain peaks beyond its walls.
Yet memories surfaced in his mind of that