The only thing that left him regretful was the method to condense a Spiritual Body was still completely without clues.
Lu Chang'sheng had asked Liu Yun to keep an eye out for him; the latter said he could reach out to some friends at the main branch, but to this day there had been no concrete news. Obviously, something had changed in the meantime.
Five years went by, and Lu Chang'sheng's Immortal Dao Spirit Root increased by another point. Now it was already at 7, only fifteen years away from reaching 10.
"Father, this is a letter from Mr. Yu."
Lu Ziyou walked in and handed him an envelope.
Compared to before, Lu Ziyou was noticeably much more composed—his emotions withheld, and even Lu Chang'sheng couldn't guess what he was thinking now.
He opened the letter.
Yu Hai wrote about his experiences in the Supreme Profound Sect these years.
