"It's said that at the peak of Qi Refining, one can rival the descendants of deities."
"Xiaoyuan is exceptionally gifted, whether he reaches that level or not, his future achievements will surely surpass mine."
Feng Huai'an's emotions surged, further solidifying his thoughts.
He was already old, his power constantly waning.
But Lu Yuan was the future and hope of the Great Wind Tribe.
So, even if he exhausts everything, he must create the best cultivation conditions for him!
In the following year.
Feng Huai'an gritted his teeth, depleting all his resources.
Lu Yuan took a Treasure Pill every seven days and had a medicinal bath every half month.
All sorts of Spirit Grass and Exotic Beast Flesh were eaten without worry, and there was no longer any concern for cultivation resources.
But Feng Huai'an frequently entering the mountains aged noticeably to the naked eye, and he also accumulated many injuries.
