"Once we finish this task, we'll both earn a generous sum of spirit stones," the middle-aged cultivator said.
"Afterward, we can find a secluded cave and enter seclusion for a few years to safely improve our cultivation."
The black-clad youth, chewing on a blade of grass, rested his hands behind his head and stared at the broken roof of the old temple, through which he could see the gloomy, overcast sky. He murmured wistfully, "Honestly, I'd like to find a Dao partner, start a family, and slowly build my own clan.
Maybe, over time, I could grow it into something as prominent as the Three Great Houses. It'd be far better than living as a rogue cultivator, risking my life on a knife's edge every day."
"Building a clan is no easy feat," the middle-aged cultivator replied with a sigh.
