Xi Mengquan's home, a thatched cottage, was once the residence of an elderly relative, the old musician who initially taught him to play the zither, who passed away just last year.
After turning ten, Xi Mengquan learned to sell herbs grown by the elders from a passing caravan, thus supporting the entire village's livelihood.
During this time, he witnessed how sect disciples treated ordinary people in the city, which made him abandon the idea of joining one.
Chen Kuang curiously asked, "How did you start cultivating then?"
Xi Mengquan replied, "From the moment I first touched the zither strings and heard my first note, Spiritual Qi naturally gathered, and I understood the path of cultivation."
Chen Kuang: "..."
Excuse me, farewell.
He thought he had an advantage, already considering himself a genius among heroes, never expecting there was someone even more exceptional.
