Luo Beixi had spent these past years cultivating in seclusion, making considerable progress. He had only emerged a few days ago, when he discovered that he had received quite a few messages.
There were all sorts of messages from the palace stored in his identity token, as well as voice transmission talismans darting wildly about inside the restrictions outside his cave abode.
He went through them one by one. Yesterday, he had left the palace for a place in the city where Void Refinement cultivators held regular gatherings, having been invited by several friends.
Gatherings like these were exceedingly common in cultivation cities, with groups for almost every level. Spirit Transformation cultivators gathered with Spirit Transformation cultivators, Nascent Soul Cultivators with Nascent Soul Cultivators, and so on.
Only those on equal footing could find common ground. Higher-level cultivators looked down on them, while they looked down on lower-level cultivators, so naturally, everyone had their own little circle.
Even among cultivators at the same level, there were different circles. Luo Beixi, for instance, certainly would not gather with fellow sect members he was on poor terms with. And if someone was too unfamiliar, the others would not readily let him join!
Many of the voice transmission talismans Luo Beixi had received contained matters that cultivators of his level wished to discuss, or invitations from them. Yesterday happened to be the day these people gathered again, so he had gone along.
As everyone caught up, Luo Beixi heard a cultivator named Ding Liumin speaking of the remarkable pills he had refined.
The man said he had spent several years painstakingly refining a single bottle of pills, incorporating a species of gu insect that was difficult to find...
Ding Liumin emphasized how difficult it had been to refine these poison pills. His real