'Alright, back to cultivation. In about four more months, the young generation competition should start. Elder Jiang mentioned that even a Golden Core Formation cultivator will participate. Even if I can't reach that realm in time, I should advance as much as possible,' Feng Fan thought as he prepared to dive back into his training.
Just as he settled into his meditation posture, a knock echoed at his door.
"Feng Fan, since you've stopped cultivating, come out. I have something that might interest you."
The voice was unmistakable—it was Elder Duan, his master.
Feng Fan stood up and walked to the door, opening it to find Elder Duan smiling at him.
"Master, don't you think it's shameless to peek into your disciple's quarters like that?" Feng Fan asked, raising an eyebrow.
