"Finally, an Upper Grade Spirit Root."
Lin Changheng took a deep breath, his eyes filled with visible emotion.
'A hundred years.'
He recalled when he was eighteen, just starting his cultivation journey. His mottled Fire Spirit Root, with its meager nine wisps of Spiritual Charm, had been casually judged a "Mixed Spirit Root" at the Spirit Testing Conference—a cold, heartless verdict that deemed his future a waste of time, his path hopeless.
His family and the Sects alike had shaken their heads and turned him away.
Lin Changheng's spirited heart, which had believed his suffering was over and his time had come, was instantly shattered by cruel reality and thrown into the dust.
Fortunately, the Xu Family of the Black Water River extended an olive branch; otherwise, Lin Changheng could only have become a wandering, unattached Loose Cultivator.
