"Haven't seen you in a while, Senior Miao." Luo Chen said.0

"Doing well, Luo Chen? You look radiant and full of spirit. Things must be going smoothly for you!" Steward Miao replied.0

"Haha, it’s all thanks to your support."0

"Have a seat!"0

In a private room on the third floor of Zhongding House, Miao Wen and Luo Chen took their seats across from each other, both wearing cheerful smiles. Although they had crossed paths both openly and discreetly many times, most of those encounters had been one-sided. Luo Chen knew who Miao Wen was, while the latter barely acknowledged him.0

Strictly speaking, this was only their third formal conversation. Yet, their familiarity seemed to suggest they had known each other for decades.0

Miao Wen’s skill in navigating social situations was something he had refined over many years as an outer sect steward, tempered through constant experience in the outside world. Seeing Luo Chen handle these formalities with such ease, he couldn’t help but inwardly praise, this young man was one to watch.0

Countless young cultivators, upon stepping onto the path of cultivation, are quick to speak of contending for the Great Dao and defying the heavens.0

But Luo Chen was different. He was pragmatic, hardworking,...0