Xuanzhen Immortal Sect, Xuankong Mountain.
An old man and a young man, who hadn't seen each other for more than a decade, sat opposite each other, burning incense and brewing tea.
The young man spoke, while the old man listened.
Master Xuanwei took the tea water handed by Su Yu, drinking it like sweet dew.
"In less than twenty years, the cultivation of my grand-disciple has already surpassed me, a peerless genius indeed."
Su Yu chuckled:
"I never imagined such fortune on this journey."
Master Xuanwei put down the teacup, assessed Su Yu from head to toe, and asked:
"I see your cultivation is only one step away from a perfected Golden Core, when will you undergo your tribulation? How confident are you?"
"Within two months, as for my confidence... nine tenths!"
"Oh!"
Master Xuanwei asked with delight:
"Truly?"
"Truly!"
"Good!"
Master Xuanwei praised by tapping the table:
