As Lu Xuan passed by the outer hall of the Agriculture Hall, he didn’t see his familiar acquaintance, Xia Chen, who always had the appearance of an old farmer. Without hesitation, he headed straight into the inner hall.
"Senior Brother Lu, you’re here? It’s been a while since I last saw you."
Only inner sect disciples were allowed to enter the inner hall. Apart from the two fellow disciples on duty, there were no other cultivators inside, making the place feel spacious and serene.
A young man with an ordinary appearance and a calm, steady demeanor stood up to greet Lu Xuan as soon as he saw him.
"Ah, Junior Brother Zhang," Lu Xuan said with a smile. The young man was named Zhang Ce, a cultivator at the early Foundation Establishment stage. The two had crossed paths several times in the Agriculture Hall.
"I’m here to pick out some second-grade spirit seeds. I’ll have to trouble you, Junior Brother Zhang."
"No trouble at all. But Senior Brother Lu, this is quite unexpected. I remember you always used to exchange for fourth-grade spirit seeds whenever you came here before."