Xiao Heng opened his mouth, lips moving slightly, on the verge of saying something. But he caught Li Fan's stern expression and stayed silent.

Zhao Wen, straightforward as ever, didn't trouble himself with such thoughts. His initial shock faded quickly, replaced by open, uncomplicated admiration.

And so the cultivation paths of the young group were tentatively settled. The sole exception was Su Xiaomei, still in swaddling clothes.

Her talent was extraordinary, but she was simply too young. She could barely babble; expecting her to cultivate was out of the question. Still, between the spiritual treasures Li Fan had purchased for her protection and the watchful care of Xiao Heng and Su Changyu, her health was well secured. If anything, she would likely grow even faster...