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When Lin Chen arrived at the lakeside cottage, Lu Yao was sitting in a lounge chair by the lake, squinting his eyes to rest, looking content and at ease.
Beside the chair, a pot of tea was brewing on a small table, and next to it was an incense burner with a stick of incense lit.
Lin Chen settled in front of the lounge chair, the faint scent in the air instantly clearing his mind and calming his heart and mind.
Lu Yao opened his eyes and smiled, "Any progress?"
Lin Chen took a seat in an empty chair nearby, not rushing to ask questions but instead comfortably lying back and said with a laugh, "You're living quite the leisurely life these days."
Lu Yao smiled, "I'm old now, with fewer worries, so naturally, life is more leisurely."
Lin Chen laughed, "Cultivators don't really get old, with such long lives one must always look ahead. Shouldn't powerhouses like you be aiming beyond sainthood?"
"Saint?"
