The remaining warm wind on the reservoir dam gently swayed the robe of the middle-aged Taoist, Mr. Wu.
He looked at Lu Xuan in front of him, slightly furrowed his brow, and finally spoke of the difficulties weighing on his heart: "Senior, nowadays the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi diminishes day by day,
we Taoists who rely on Spiritual Qi for our spells find their power is no longer as strong as before, even a simple Protective Spell requires a substantial amount of mental effort."
The middle-aged Taoist paused, his tone became more earnest: "I've aged myself, living in the temple is fine by me,
but my three disciples have followed me from a young age to learn Tao Skills; they are still young. My only wish is to help them find a path in the normal world, so they can live stably."
Lu Xuan slightly nodded upon hearing this, speaking with certainty: "Yes, someone will contact you about this, Mr. Wu. Farewell for now."
