Lin Yiyuan didn't talk to his elder about his choice just yet.
Time passed as the lesson ended and he was sent back.
In his room, he looked at the distance, north, where the spiritual spring would be.
"The family has cherished me and given me resources to quickly cultivate.
On the night of my awakening, I suddenly felt like the cultivation art passed on by the family had various flaws and could be optimized."
After telling the elders, they had initially doubted him. In the end, he proved it through action and gained even more resources.
Looking back at those memories, he felt a deep gratitude.
A fire lit up above his hand – a calm fire like one growing on a piece of wood, with the occasional breeze making it flicker.
This was his inspiration.
A fire that naturally existed in the world, with little use of spiritual power, extremely efficient.
The most important was that it improved his health somewhat and boosted his cultivation.
