There is no other reason.

As he continues to grow older, the vitality in his body gradually disappears, and he has been stuck at the peak of the twelfth level of Qi training for ten years.

As time went by, he gradually grew old and frail, and the possibility of a breakthrough became increasingly slim. Thinking that he would inevitably turn into loess in a few decades, he couldn't help but feel fear and pain.

Fear naturally comes from the fear of death.

The pain is because of what happened back then.

His misunderstanding caused him to leave his hometown and come to this remote small country. In the end, he had to remain unknown and die in a foreign land. How could he not feel pain?

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Peng Wanlie knew that his state of mind was in chaos and he was not suitable for practicing anymore, so he looked at his third son, Peng Tianwu.

"Practitioners should avoid speaking and speaking. How many times have I told you!"

Looking at Peng Tianwu cooking dishes in the courtyard, Peng Wanlie seemed to have an outlet to vent his anger and scolded him.

Peng Tianwu was not in a hurry and just took out a bottle of fine wine.

"I brought this from the town. You can just show off in front of my brother, but stop pretending in front of me."

When Peng Wanlie heard this, he snorted and was not angry. It seemed that he could say anything easily with wine.

"It's been two years since your second brother joined the Hehuan Sect. The last time I wrote to you was half a year ago. I don't know what's going on. Have you decided whether to go to Spirit Beast Mountain or Valley of Desolation?"

Peng Tianwu quickly put the roasted chicken on the plate, and the aroma suddenly filled the air. For a moment, Peng Wanlie's troubles seemed to be washed away.

Peng Tianwu smiled and said: "Let's go to Spirit Beast Mountain. It's closer to home. I'll come back to see you often in the future."

As he spoke, he poured out two glasses of fine wine from the bottle, handed one of the glasses to Peng Wanlie, and then drank the glass in his hand.

"Fuck your shit!"

After Peng Wanlie drank the wine in his glass, he snorted coldly: "I don't need you to come back to see me. If you can use this glib thought on your practice, you will be at least the ninth level of Qi training now. If you had known, you should have let the Qing doctor fall into ruin."

Gu, let you go to the Hehuan Sect."

Although he said this, he was in a good mood.

After some time, when your mood is stable, try building the foundation again.
Chapter completed!