[After a moment's thought, you wrote to Zhou Hai, asking him to return and attempt Foundation Establishment in a cave abode on the spirit vein of Falling Maple Mountain Market District.]
[Cultivators on the front lines rotated every few years. Zhou Hai could take advantage of that interval to attempt Foundation Establishment.]
[Two months later, Zhou Hai returned to Falling Maple Mountain.]
[You carefully studied your eldest brother's grandson. After the baptism of war, Zhou Hai had grown considerably more composed, and even carried a faint air of bloodshed.]
[Half a month later, Zhou Hai successfully established his foundation, becoming a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.]
["Greetings, Market Master."]
[Although he was now a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, Zhou Hai remained deeply respectful toward you.]
[Had you not given him those lifesaving talismans back then, Zhou Hai would have died on the front lines long ago.]
[The surroundings were also crucial when attempting Foundation Establishment. Without the cave abode Falling Maple Mountain had prepared for him, Zhou Hai could not have made his attempt with peace of mind.]
[In the one hundred and fifth year, you were one hundred and twenty-one.]
[After reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm and stabilizing his cultivation, Zhou Hai still chose to return to the front lines.]
[The front lines were fraught with danger, but opportunities lay everywhere as well.]
[Compared with the peaceful, safe hinterlands, Zhou Hai preferred the front lines.]
[In the one hundred and sixth year, you were one hundred and twenty-two.]
[Your mastery of Divination reached mid-grade.]
[In the one hundred and seventh year, you were one hundred and twenty-three.]
[On the front lines, the Primordial Origin Domain gained a major advantage and invaded the Nine Nether Domain for the first time.]
[Wu Ming, a cultivator from the Primordial Origin Palace, told you