"This is truly troublesome!"
At his words, Lu He's brows instantly knotted together.
At that age, even immortal cultivators were still human. They could not escape the instinctive urges of living beings to reproduce.
He could picture with his toes what those people—at the age of competitiveness and all elites from various immortal cultivation forces—would be thinking.
It was not that he was afraid; he simply found it irritating, like flies buzzing around him.
For a time, apart from going out less and waiting for the uproar to die down, Lu He could think of no other solution.
Fortunately, he had already planned to devote himself wholeheartedly to the great undertaking of artifact refinement for some time to come, so there was no need for him to go out anyway.
At this thought,
Lu He's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
He looked at Zheng Jingren before him, pointed at the bundle on his back, and changed the subject. "By the way, Brother Zheng, this is?"
As soon as he spoke,
"Brother Lu, have you forgotten?" A strained smile surfaced on Zheng Jingren's face, and his eyes dimmed faintly. "There are only a few days left until the three-month deadline. I can't make it past the fifth demon trial either, so I'll definitely have to leave Prodigy Island then."
"Since I had some free time today, I exchanged all the Dao merit I had for pills. I can't just let it go to waste."
"Has it already been three months...?"
Lu He was slightly dazed.
The scene of arriving at Prodigy Island aboard the spirit boat was still vivid in his mind, as though it had happened only yesterday.
"Brother Lu, you've always been busy cultivating. Since we happened to meet today, it's a good chance to say farewell. After I return