"Are you a Cultivator?"
The white-haired old man suddenly turned around, his gaze full of surprise.
Carson Flores smiled slightly, "I've been lucky to receive some casual guidance from a master."
The white-haired old man nodded, "Luck is indeed very important for Cultivators. It's elusive, but it really exists. When life becomes very long, you'll realize that luck is often the true factor that dominates your life... Come with me."
The white-haired old man leapt up, onto the path that seemed to be amidst the clouds, and Carson followed closely behind.
The moment Carson's toe touched the path, he felt something and looked back. The thick fog seemed to suddenly drift in, blocking his vision as well as the scenery of the mortal world.
"Once you've entered the Blessed Land of Cave Heavens, stop thinking about returning. Of course, if you have the ability to gain the Cave Master's approval, you can enter and leave at any time."
Carson looked back and smiled, "Alright."
