Li Mo stayed where he was, unable to say a word for a long time.
Finally, he could only smile bitterly and say, "These people's luck is just too good..."
Just half a minute ago, he thought he was the lucky one, but now that excitement and thrill had faded a bit. The impact was so great that he didn't even bother to hide that touch of unwillingness in his heart.
Chen Xuan heard his heartfelt voice and could understand his feelings—the Qi sensing talent of loose cultivators was uncertain, but their experiences of embarking on the cultivation path were generally similar. Without guidance or anyone to refer to, they had to explore bit by bit, enduring a decade of painstaking cultivation to barely cross the threshold and become true cultivators.
Yet the villagers of Baihe Village had inexplicably received everything he longed for.
