Fang Chen arrived at the small courtyard where Fang Zhentian resided. He clasped his fist at the old man, and when he saw the frown on his face, he couldn’t help but smile and ask, “Are you facing any obstacles in your cultivation, Grandfather?”2

The creases on Fang Zhentian’s forehead deepend, and he said, "Li Daoye said that cultivation requires an enormous amount of resources, including something called ‘spirit stones,’ but it seems that Grand Xia lacks such a thing. I presume that’s not just us, too. I’ve never heard of any ‘spirit stones’ in the Guhe, Longdu, or any of the other empires. Do you have a solution?"1

With Fang Zhentian’s temperament, now that he had stepped onto the path of cultivation, it wasn’t that strange that he wished to be so committed and devoted to it in order to protect Grand Xia. They would have to confront the Spirit Blood Sect eventually, after all. He had to prepare himself for the inevitable. If the cultivators of the Spirit Blood Sect...0