Inside a small hall of the Leisurely Cloud Sect.
Li Ping regarded the somewhat dull-witted middle-aged cultivator before him with interest. "Your name is Wu Ming, and you're the sect master of the Leisurely Cloud Sect?"
The middle-aged cultivator did not dare raise his head at the question. "Y-yes, Senior," he answered meekly.
"Interesting." Li Ping narrowed his eyes.
Around a hundred years ago, when he first arrived in Great Zhou, he had settled in Spirit Firmament City, opened a shop, and hired two low-level cultivators to manage it.
One of them, a Qi Refining cultivator named Chu Xiu, had been the sect master of the Leisurely Cloud Sect.
Later, however, his prized disciple betrayed the sect. Disheartened, Chu Xiu had wept bitterly before his master's grave, abandoned his plans to revive the Leisurely Cloud Sect, and driven away his sole remaining disciple.
The Leisurely Cloud Sect had ceased to exist.
As a Core Formation cultivator, Li Ping had long possessed a photographic memory.
Earlier, when he arrived on this island, he had swept it with his divine sense.
He had recognized the man immediately. Although his appearance had changed somewhat, this middle-aged cultivator, Wu Ming, was precisely the disciple Chu Xiu had driven away.
After being expelled, Wu Ming had repeatedly visited Chu Xiu at the White-Gathering Pavilion, still calling him Master. Li Ping had seen him twice and retained some impression of that dull-witted young man.
Yet he had never expected that, upon returning to Great Zhou sixty or seventy years later, he would encounter Wu Ming again in Kunlun, countless regions away. The young man had become middle-aged-and had even succeeded in foundation establishment.
If Li Ping remembered correctly, Chu Xiu had said Wu Ming possessed five-spirit root aptitude.
Someone with five-spirit root aptitude had actually succeeded