The appearance of the Hidden Spirit Cloak and the Sword of Wind and Thunder Pellet, both third-rank treasures, significantly strengthened Lu Xuan's confidence and left him full of enthusiasm for cultivating spiritual plants.
One day, a gentle voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard.
"Is Friend Lu home?"
Lu Xuan opened the door to see two high-grade Qi practitioners standing outside. The one in front was a refined scholar, illuminating a warm smile, while the figure behind had a plain face marred by a long scar resembling a centipede, his presence emitting an ill aura.
"Are you Lu Xuan, known as Friend Lu?" the refined scholar asked with a smile.
"Indeed, I am." Lu Xuan replied.
"You're even younger than I imagined, Friend Lu. With such profound achievements in the path of spiritual plants at such a young age, your future is immeasurable."
"Who might you two be?" Lu Xuan asked in puzzlement.
