727: C727 Purification

C727 Purification

It wasn't a big deal for the Cultivation World to maintain their appearance.

However, in order to show their noble status and powerful strength, those experts basically wouldn't deliberately maintain their appearance. Therefore, most of the experts in the Cultivation World had aged faces.

However, there were some exceptions.

Some scholars kept their looks at all times.

Perhaps the young White-robed Daoist in front of him was this kind of old undying.

To such an expert, maintaining one's appearance was simply a simple matter.

After thinking about this matter, Zhao Yu's eyes revealed a glimmer of hope.

It seemed that his decision just now wasn't wrong.

This person might really have a way to help him, this natural Wasted Cultivator, cultivate.

When he thought of the possibility that he could also cultivate, his mind couldn't help but reveal a trace of heat.

All these years, he had clearly felt disdain towards those people whose status and status were clearly inferior to his. However, those people whose strength exceeded his had already had enough of it.

He also wanted to become a powerhouse of a region.

If that was the case, no one in this world would dare to look down on him, and no one would dare to insult him.

After looking forward to being able to cultivate in the future, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

At the same time, he imagined those people who had insulted and humiliated him before, and then used his fists to ruthlessly smash them in the face.

"You can go in first."

Lin Mu waited until Zhao Yu finished sympathizing with him. After that, he told Zhao Yu in a flat tone.

He had not recovered yet, so he thought that it would be a little too early for things to happen in the future.

"Yes, Senior!"

After having the hope of recovering his natural Wasted Cultivator, Zhao Yu naturally wouldn't dare disobey Lin Mu's orders.

At the same time, the way he addressed Lin Mu changed.

From the small path that he had started with, he had now become a senior.

Zhao Yu looked at the pond in front of him, which was emitting a dense Zhen Qi, and hesitated for a moment.

After all, he had only just met this White-robed Daoist. Why would he help him?

Or, what benefits would it bring him if he helped him?

Such a thought appeared in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

There was no such thing as a free lunch on this day.

He also wouldn't naively think that a powerhouse would come to help him after seeing his grief and indignation.

These powerhouses weren't so bored.

If this hesitation was only for a split second, that would be all.

His gaze suddenly became firm.2

Even if this mysterious White-robed Daoist came to plot against him, what could he do?

He was just a cripple.

There was nothing.

And now, in front of his eyes, something that could change his destiny had appeared. Could he still helplessly give up?

Slowly taking off his robe, he directly entered the pool.

Then, he felt the energy within the pool bring about changes to his body.

The moment he entered the pool, he did not feel anything. Instead, he felt a sense of comfort.

It was as if there was some tiny creature scratching his skin in the pool.

It made her feel incomparably comfortable. She even had the urge to sleep in the pool.

However, what happened next made him remember it for the rest of his life.

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