He was born with a weak Physique. Not only did he lack the strength to even swat a fly, but he also suffered from frequent dizzy spells and occasional fainting. Thus, to avoid the embarrassment of face-planting out of nowhere, he would preemptively plop down onto the ground whenever a dizzy spell hit.
"If you're not cultivating Inner Strength, what's the point of sitting cross-legged like that? Honestly, Ancient Martial Cultivators are trash, regardless of whether they have Inner Strength or not. We are in the Stellar Era now; genetic modification is the only true path."
Xia Mengchu shook her head, a trace of disappointment showing on her face. "Forget it. I'll just consider myself unlucky this time. I don't expect you to be of any help in this assessment mission. As long as you remain Undying, that's enough. You have good luck; you can just coast to an easy win."
"All right." Lu Lian nodded. It seemed this Xia Mengchu was quite proud.
