Inside the pavilion, he heard Master Hu's words.
Li Ping looked at Master Hu with a hint of surprise. "A great opportunity?"
Yet Master Hu did not explain what the opportunity was. Instead, he turned to another subject.
He looked at Li Ping and said, "Forgive my presumption, Fellow Daoist Li, but since you started out as a rogue cultivator, your aptitude probably isn't particularly good, is it?"
A cultivator's aptitude was hardly a secret, and Li Ping had no intention of hiding his. He sighed. "To be honest, my aptitude can indeed only be called average. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent so many years languishing as a rogue cultivator."
Cultivators with dual spirit roots or better could easily pass a sect's entrance screening and become disciples. True Person Feng Lan, the lord of the Immortal City, for example, only accepted disciples with at least dual spirit roots.
That was why Master Hu and Li Ping had this exchange.
Master Hu nodded, then shifted the conversation. "Did you know, Fellow Daoist Li, that my aptitude isn't particularly good either? I only have three spirit roots. My sole gift as a youth was a certain talent for alchemy."
At this point, the white-haired Master Hu sighed wistfully. "Back then, I was young and foolish. I thought I could rely on my alchemy skills to earn vast amounts of spirit stones and forge boldly ahead on the Immortal Dao."
"Only later did I understand that there are some things you can't buy just because you have spirit stones." Master Hu's voice was full of rueful regret. "Even after I became a second-tier upper-grade pill refiner and refined more than one batch of Essence-Origin Pills that could help cultivators break through the late-stage bottleneck..."
"I refined so many, yet couldn't get a single