What greeted him were four pairs of eyes filled with either admiration, awe, or even envy and jealousy.
"Boss!"
"Brother Fu You!"
"Fuqiu..."
Zhou Fuqiu waved his hand and sat in the high seat.
"It's been a long time, how have you all been these past years?"
As soon as he spoke, the four began to pour out their grievances.
Clearly, the cultivation life in the Daoist Palace, which was envied by the young people outside, was not as easy as imagined.
There were factions, alliances, competition, and suppression here as well.
Apart from social dealings, the cultivation itself was a difficult and painful task.
The most valued was Zhou Ping'an with the Five Spiritual Roots Constitution.
Yet he was also the most disheartened person in the entire Yuheng Institute.
His cultivation progress was extremely slow, and the vast resources invested seemed to disappear without a trace, always being the slowest to advance his realm.
