One month later.
Dawn.
From a Cave Mansion in one of the main peaks of Chaotic Sect, a person emerged, precisely Lin Zhuojun.
His face was pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and he looked exceptionally weak.
The hundred-day Foundation Establishment had only lasted a month before he left the cave; his Foundation Establishment had already failed.
"Senior Brother Lin..."
A junior sister looked at him, disbelief in her eyes.
In the Inner Sect, Lin Zhuojun had a good reputation, and he possessed a rather superior Spirit Root. Logically, his Foundation Establishment should have been stable. Who would have thought that he would fail?
Foundation Establishment, being the first major threshold for cultivation, was indeed as difficult as ascending to the heavens, and most cultivators were stopped at this door.
"Sister, I'm okay."
Lin Zhuojun showed a bitter smile; he naturally knew where he had failed.
