Lu Chang'an's face stiffened slightly, responding with a hint of helplessness.
It wasn't that he was resistant to cultivation, but cultivation was the most practical thing—no miracles, if it worked, it worked; if not, there was nothing to be done.
He had practiced for years, but his progress in Martial Dao was slow.
Seeing Lu Chang'an's expression, Lu Chang'sheng too sighed inwardly, saying: "Don't be afraid to waste Spirit Stones in the future. Remember, people are the foundation. Only roots can grow into a strong tree."
"Your child will keep this in mind."
Lu Chang'an replied respectfully.
As for Lu Ziyou, he didn't have any particular thoughts, just quietly cultivated by Lu Chang'sheng's side.
This second son was quite gifted in cultivation, but what Lu Chang'sheng regretted was that his Spirit Root Talent was only Grade D, lower rank.
In less than a hundred years, these two sons of his would probably be separated from him by life and death.
