Fiddling with a magical herb at hand, the young man in red had a wisp of magic energy lingering on his fingertips as he teased the pleasing green leaves.
The days of training were very boring and peaceful. Perhaps it was because of his intervention, but Lu Huai, who should have come to the fore in the past few years, was not as eye-catching as in the original novel. It seemed that he had no feelings for fame and power. In the third year after obtaining the Cicada Sword, Lu Huai moved to the most remote spiritual garden with Lin Guo.
Different from spiritual beasts and spiritual medicines, the spiritual plant garden, which mainly provides food for low-level cultivators, has almost no profits to be made. Since other disciples were unwilling to transfer, the two of them stayed here for three years.
"Master is awake?" Lu Huai had just returned from practicing sword skills at the foot of the cliff when he saw someone sitting under a grape vine, struggling with a spiritual herb with his chin supported.
Six years have passed, and the little boy has grown into a handsome young man with elegant manners. As long as Lu Huai does not try to hide himself, no one will look down on him even though he is still wearing the gray uniform of an outer disciple.
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