"Little Fu, you have always been diligent.
I see that you have reached the foundation building stage for quite some time.
What is your path for the future?" A tall man with a slightly hunched back, on which he had a tortoise shield, was sitting on the ground.
Across from him was Fu Xian.
At the bright age of two hundred, Fu Xian still looked like a young man who was in his mid to late twenties.
"Senior Gui…" Fu Xian looked hesitant.
A sigh escaped his breath, "I don't know. My expertise in talisman drawing is progressing well, but my lifespan isn't enough to allow me to reap the harvest I'm sowing.
The Taoist Temples in the northeast region of the central region are too far away. Going there would take me years and cost me thousands of spirit stones.
Even then, I don't know whether they would accept me.
My heart is full of worldly desires." Fu Xian was honest with himself when he answered this question.
His life had come to a halt. He didn't know how to move on further.
