Chapter 150: What is Immortal Cultivation

Early the next morning.

Laine hurriedly shoveled down a few bites of breakfast, then eagerly left, heading for the treehouse where the test had been held the day before.

He thought he had arrived quite early, but when he got there, he saw a figure already waiting in front of the treehouse.

It was Lucius.

He was sitting on the steps by the treehouse door, the wooden sword he had carved himself resting across his lap. His fingers traced the grain on the sword's spine.

"Morning, Lucius," Laine said, taking the initiative to greet him.

"Morning." Lucius nodded, his tone as placid as ever.

After the simple greeting, the two fell into silence.

Laine was already used to Lucius's taciturn nature and didn't find it awkward. He walked to the other end of the steps, sat down quietly, and idly scanned his surroundings.

Before long, the sound of silvery laughter drifted from the distance.

Laine followed the sound with his gaze and saw Furlo and Mia approaching side by side.