Having been accepted by Laozi as his disciple—and his only disciple—Xuandu believed that his talent was far beyond anything Hun Xiu could compare to. Though he had never met Hun Xiu, he had heard that Hun Xiu was merely an ordinary mortal.
His talent was fundamentally incomparable to Xuandu's.
Ten thousand years.
To go from no cultivation to becoming a True Immortal in that time was, in Xuandu's eyes, the greatest extent of Hun Xiu's talent.
He could not go any higher.
Any higher, and it would not be something Hun Xiu could handle, nor would Jiejiao be able to handle it. Chanjiao, on the other hand, might have such an opportunity.
Faced with his disciple Xuandu's question, Laozi did not know how to answer for a moment.
After thinking it over, Laozi slowly said, "Your Martial Uncle Tongtian's disciple has gained nothing from ten thousand years of seclusion!"
"Hm?"
Hearing Laozi's words, Xuandu was slightly stunned. Gained nothing? What did gained nothing mean? It meant that after ten thousand years of seclusion, he had secluded himself for nothing and obtained absolutely nothing. That was what it meant to gain nothing.
Sigh...
Xuandu sighed inwardly. He had not expected Martial Uncle Tongtian's disciple to be this disappointing. Ten thousand years of seclusion, only to seclude himself for nothing.
He had gained nothing at all.
Fuck.
He had originally thought that Jiejiao's Senior Disciple Brother, after ten thousand years of seclusion, would at least reach the True Immortal realm. Yet this was all?
Still the same old kid, trash beyond belief.
Nothing at all.
He admitted it—he had underestimated Fellow Daoist Hun Xiu. Fellow Daoist Hun Xiu truly was not someone he could comprehend.
He simply was not worthy.
Hun Xiu did not know that his emergence from seclusion had