The Bai Lu Pavilion was in disarray, with its doors and windows tightly shut.
The air inside was thick with the pungent smell of medicinal herbs.
A sliver of sunlight pierced through the crack in the door, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.
Chen Ji looked down at the wooden box in his hands.
The ginseng roots were hastily stuffed together, tangled like a worthless mess.
Yet, the restless icy energy surging within his body confirmed that these ginseng roots were genuine.
He looked up at Jin Zhu and asked, "Sir, do all cultivation methods require ginseng?"
"Not all," Jin Zhu patiently explained.
"Half of the cultivation methods under the Si Li Jian's control don't require ginseng. But the one I requested for you does."
Chen Ji closed the small wooden box and held it in his arms.
He casually asked, "How can you be so sure that I can step onto the path of cultivation? What if I don't have the potential to become a Xing Guan? Wouldn't that waste all your efforts?"
Jin Zhu chuckled.
"After Meng Ji first interrogated you, he reported to the Inner Minister that you have the potential to become a Xing Guan, but it would require a top-grade dream to awaken it. Rest assured, you were born to be a Xing Guan."
Chen Ji suddenly understood.
So, Jin Zhu had his eyes on him back then.