Outside the Scripture Repository.
Mo Wentian strode over with a young man in tow, followed by a crowd of cultivators eager to watch the excitement.
"Lin Bingchun! Get out here!" Mo Wentian's voice exploded outside the Scripture Repository like thunder. "Come see how my new disciple is!"
Lin Bingchun's mouth twitched, and he shook his head helplessly. "That old fellow really went and found himself a disciple..."
Lin Xiaoqing and Xiao Feng were also startled awake from their state of contemplation.
"Father, Senior Mo is..." Lin Xiaoqing asked worriedly.
"It's nothing. He's just unwilling to admit defeat." Lin Bingchun waved a hand. "You two keep cultivating. I'll go meet him."
With that, he strode toward the entrance of the Scripture Repository.
Outside the Scripture Repository, Mo Wentian stood there smugly, with a youth of around fifteen or sixteen at his side.
The youth had fine features and carried a longsword on his back. Sword Qi coiled around him, and one glance was enough to tell that he was a genius of the sword.
"Old Lin, what do you think of my disciple?" Mo Wentian patted the youth's shoulder. "Jian Wushuang, sixteen years old, Nascent Soul Peak, with sword talent that can only be called peerless!"
Lin Bingchun looked Jian Wushuang up and down and had to admit that he was indeed a fine prospect.
"Not bad, not bad..." He deliberately drew out his words. "But compared to my daughter and Xiao Feng, he's still a little lacking."
"You!" Mo Wentian was so furious that even his beard stood on end. "My Wushuang was born with a sword bone! His future achievements will be beyond measure!"
"Oh?" Lin Bingchun raised a brow. "Then come back and compare once he breaks through to the Great Ascension Realm."
"You..." Mo Wentian was left