Outside, the loose cultivators still lived day-to-day, unable to afford pills for cultivation without Spirit Stones, forced to rely on their bodies until they died of old age...
These loose cultivators, akin to short-lived worker ants, seemed to fill the final strength of the magnificent Cultivation Realm.
If Zhong Heng failed to enter the Divine Strategy Pavilion, he might end up like those loose cultivators outside.
The plainly dressed young man looked at the large pile of materials before him, eyes devoid of greed and desire, remaining calm instead.
The commotion attracted the attention of several clerks in the shop, and even the puppets curiously peeked their heads out.
"This boy, there's no greed in his eyes, and these materials are quite valuable."
"Who is he?"
"I heard he's Master Weidao's disciple?"
"That old bumpkin? Mediocre talent, achievements piled up by sheer luck. How capable could his disciple be?"
