It was quite simple, really. Just as Xiangyang had brought Xiao Hua into Spring Thunder Palace, they ran into a mid Foundation Establishment disciple. The disciple clearly knew Xiangyang and, smiling, immediately asked, "Senior Brother Xiang, where is your son? Why didn't he come to Spring Thunder Palace?"
Xiangyang's expression did not change. He waved a hand and said, "It is still early. The child is mischievous and has yet to descend into this world. Once he comes in the future and cultivates into a Nascent Soul cultivator, I will naturally bring him to Spring Thunder Palace to pay respects to all my fellow brothers."
The Foundation Establishment cultivator smiled, clasped his hands, and hurried away.
A mid Foundation Establishment cultivator had called Xiangyang senior brother and mentioned a child. Xiao Hua had long been muttering to himself about it, but he thought it might be his senior brother's private matter. Since he had not seen anyone in the cave dwelling either, he felt too embarrassed to ask.
Yet, in a side hall of Spring Thunder Palace, they encountered several more Foundation Establishment disciples. Every one of them asked Xiangyang the same question, and Xiangyang gave them the same answer. Only, some smiled kindly, while others sneered or even openly mocked him.
Thus, Xiao Hua truly could not restrain himself any longer and finally asked.
"Hehe, it is nothing much." Xiangyang's expression was placid as still water. "The disciples we met just now all know me. Back then, they also lived in these wooden huts. Their aptitude was good, and they soon entered Foundation Establishment. But I was unable to establish my foundation for fifty years, only setting foot into Foundation Establishment by sheer luck!"
"Still, I think that although my aptitude is lacking, my descendants may not necessarily be