"Senior Brother Lu!"
From a distance, Lu Xuan saw a middle-aged cultivator with a deep and steady aura approaching him, a warm and eager smile on his face.
"Greetings, Daoist Yu," Lu Xuan replied, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes as he greeted the man.
He vaguely remembered this middle-aged cultivator. His surname was Yu, and he was at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. They had crossed paths a few times in the blessed land jointly opened by the three sects, but they had only exchanged casual nods. After returning to the sect, they hadn’t had much contact.
"I didn’t expect Senior Brother Lu to remember me," Yu Hong said, his smile growing even more sincere and enthusiastic.
Yu Hong had a deep impression of Lu Xuan. Back in the blessed land, Lu Xuan had used his profound expertise in spiritual plants to solve a major problem for their fellow disciples in the dense forest of strange formations. He had also noticed that even the two true disciples, Huo Liner and Jian Wuxia, who usually held themselves aloof, treated Lu Xuan with great familiarity. He had even heard that a Golden Core elder had specially left Lu Xuan a unique talisman as a life-saving tool.
All these factors had greatly changed Yu Hong’s attitude toward Lu Xuan, the spiritual plant cultivator. He had been eager to befriend Lu Xuan but hadn’t found the right opportunity.
"Jian Qing, do you know Senior Brother Lu?" Yu Hong asked.
"Yes, I entered the sect together with Brother Lu," Bai Li Jianqing replied, still somewhat dazed by Yu Hong’s overly enthusiastic attitude toward Lu Xuan.
