Gu Changfeng raised his teacup and hesitated for a long while before finally shaking his head with a rueful smile. "Fellow Daoist, our master has forbidden us from divulging that lightly. I hope you understand!"
"Not a problem." Chen Lin waved a hand, not the least bit surprised.
That response actually raised his opinion of them. Spiritual energy had been cut off for eight hundred years, yet their sect had still managed to raise two Foundation Establishment disciples. Presumably, it occupied some unknown grotto-heaven blessed land.
Naturally, they would not readily reveal a lifeline like that.
Had he been in their position, he would have been even more cautious.
Seeing that Chen Lin did not press further, Gu Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around curiously and could not help asking, "Fellow Daoist, just what sort of immortal art allows this Chen Family Village... to produce such spiritual energy out of thin air?"
"I happened upon an ancient Spirit-Gathering Formation, that's all," Chen Lin said casually.
The siblings were filled with respect upon hearing this.
In their eyes, anyone else who stumbled upon such a heaven-defying opportunity would surely keep it hidden and enjoy it alone.
Yet this fellow Daoist had extended the formation over the entire village, benefiting ordinary people. He had even opened it as a resort, allowing tourists from the mortal world to bask in spiritual energy and improve their constitutions.
What noble generosity!
"We both deeply admire your righteousness, Fellow Daoist!" Gu Changfeng said sincerely.
Chen Lin smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He changed the subject and began making discreet inquiries about the current state of the Cultivation World.
From Gu Qingxue, Chen Lin learned that their master had taken them in when they were very young, and they had devoted themselves to cultivation