From his seat, Cao Guiqi looked up at the scattered, falling flower branches. He said with a sigh, "A moment becomes an eternity. A meeting is but a farewell."
He brushed a silvery wisp from his lapel, then held back his sleeve and reached out to push aside the withered branches on the table. From beneath them, he retrieved a silver-white root. "Uncle Ding, keep this safe."
Uncle Ding stepped forward and carefully took it in both hands. With this root, the flower could be grown again.
Cao Guiqi looked at Chen Chuan and said, "Junior Chen, according to the silver cage's display, you are gradually approaching the Third Limit. The Divine Qi in your body is straining to be released. If you can maintain your daily training resources, you should be able to break through this limit within the next month or two.
"So now is the time to prepare for it. Only by accumulating enough power will you have the strength to push open that door."
