"Jiu, you don't need to worry. It's a good thing," Cang slowly recounted his experiences over the years.
Back then, he ventured into the Eighth-Order Secret Realm of the Sea Clan. Indeed, it had an abundance of precious Spiritual Objects, but it was equally perilous. Several times, he almost lost his life, and each time, Cang thought he wouldn't make it out alive.
Moreover, since the Secret Realm remained open for five years, for someone like Cang whose Cultivation only reached the Sixth Rank, his presence there was no better than that of an ant.
In the end, Cang survived by hiding and evading danger.
"What is this 'good thing' you speak of?"
Li Zhirui felt heartache for him but knew there was no other way; the path of Cultivation is never smooth. The fact that Cang managed to preserve his life in such a dangerous place and even gained opportunities was already remarkable.
