It was night on Immortal Table Mountain.
Li Qingmu sat cross-legged on his simple cultivation mat in his modest courtyard abode.
He looked mildly frustrated.
In the last few hours since settling in, he discovered two bitter truths.
First: the storage pouch that Big Sister Song Yan had slipped him before his departure? Completely empty of anything useful. No spirit stones, no elixirs, no precious herbs… just a pile of worthless rocks for weight and a few sealed letters.
One letter from Song Yan herself explained it all in her neat handwriting: the Exalted Sage School followed the path of sages and moderation. Excess in either food, wealth or cultivation resources was forbidden. It clouded the mind and corrupted the heart. Disciples were to live simply and refine their will through restraint.
"I knew the pouch felt too light!"
Li Qingmu frowned at the empty pouch.
