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"Moreover, I'm only at the fourth level of energy refinement; venturing into such ruins would be tantamount to courting death,"
Lu Xianzhi heard his father's words and cracked a smile.
"Good, as long as you know."
Seeing his son was aware, Lu Changsheng also nodded in relief.
After all, stories of insignificant characters in the Cultivation World stumbling upon adventures and rising to prominence occurred every day.
He genuinely feared that his son, in a moment of folly, or after being coaxed by some Robber Cultivator, would run off on some escapade.
Therefore, even if he had already advised him on this matter before, he still continued with his earnest admonitions.
...
Five Poisons Cult.
Tianzhu Peak.
In an antique and luxurious room, a multicolored spring pool emitted steaming purple mist.
Neatly folded by the pool were snow-white silken garments with golden trim, a bodice embroidered with a purple phoenix, plain lingerie, and jade-white stockings.
