Although he thought this way, the news of the death of a mid-tier Golden Core cultivator lingered in his heart like a thorn, constantly reminding him and stirring a vague sense of looming crisis within him.
Glancing at the many spirit plants in the spirit field, that pressing sense of danger finally eased somewhat. He immersed himself in their cultivation, keeping himself busy so he wouldn't have the time or space to dwell on other thoughts.
*Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.*
A communication charm flew to the entrance of his cave abode.
"Brother Lu, within the past few days, three major events have occurred in the cultivation world."