"Brother Lu, please sit."
Inside the cave mansion, Fang Chuan looked at Lu Changsheng somewhat unexpectedly.
During this time, shouldn't Lu Changsheng properly digest the information about the power of soul described by the master?
How could he have the time to come and find him?
Fang Chuan, after all, was someone who had "been through it." When he first became a disciple of Flying Dragon, he learned about the "Secret of Soul," and his mind was greatly shocked and impacted; it took him a few years to recover.
And now, Lu Changsheng has just become a disciple, yet he's come to find him?
"Brother Fang, this time I have come to seek your guidance on a certain matter."
"What matter?"
"As a realm master, my cultivation requires a large amount of source crystals. How can I earn a vast number of source crystals here on Flying Dragon Mountain? I implore Brother Fang for your advice."
"Source crystals?"
Fang Chuan carefully assessed Lu Changsheng from head to toe.
