Once Zhang Sha was gone, Zhang Chuan shifted his attention back to Lu Yi. "Sir, that cultivation method you showed me is extraordinary. Forgive me if I'm being rude, but… which sect taught you such a thing? And how did you end up in this situation?"
Lu Yi's brow creased. "If you already know it's rude, why ask?" He didn't look like he wanted to dig up old memories.
The cultivation method he had revealed wasn't something ordinary at all. It had been left behind by the mother of his predecessor, Lu Tingyun—a secret art so profound it was second only to the legendary Purple Crest Immortal Gold Record.
And unlike that supreme record, this cultivation method had no ties whatsoever to the Purple Crest Immortal Sect.
Lu Yi was certain there was nothing in the method that could be traced back to the Purple Crest Immortal Sect.
"I see. Forgive me for prying." Zhang Chuan gave a small smile and personally poured tea for him.
