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Chen Zui actually shook his head. "No."

"You found it?"

"No, I gave up."

...Good lord, what did he mean, he gave up? Bian Chunchou could not help looking at Wen Xu-Xu. Seeing the slightly weary smile the other man gave him, he knew there had to be more to this "giving up."

"You're not going to establish your foundation?"

"No. I decided to follow Senior Brother Shi Yijian's example. Since I can't find the opportunity, I'll cultivate diligently. When the opportunity comes later, I'll advance straight to Foundation Establishment Late Stage." Chen Zui had shaved today, and his face was full of calm acceptance. "Enough talk. I'm going to practice my saber."

Then he simply ran off.

Bian Chunchou was utterly dumbfounded. "I... He... How did he undergo such a shocking change in mindset in just half a year? Did you teach him?"

Wen Xu actually hesitated for a moment. "I don't know either."

"You don't know?" Half a year—just half a year. Had the sky fallen outside?

"By ordinary ways of thinking, he wouldn't have undergone such a change in mindset." Wen Xu sighed. "But I forgot that he's rather far from ordinary people."

More than rather far—he was practically a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

"So why exactly is he stuck at this bottleneck?" Even Wen Xu-Xu could not guide him through it. That really was difficult.

Wen Xu sighed again. "Actually, if he had never thought about how to establish his foundation, perhaps one day he would have naturally achieved Foundation Establishment while practicing his saber or fighting. But he just had to rack his brains and study it."

"Isn't that good?" If Chen Zui-Zui's brain went unused any longer, he might truly forget how to think. Bian Chunchou felt there was nothing wrong with