Who Is It?
"Hmph..."
Primeval Lord of Heaven snorted coldly. "That useless disciple of yours has Saint's Potential? Then wouldn't all of my disciples have Saint's Potential?"
"Tongtian, the next time you brag, remember to draft it first! Others may not know your disciple's background, but I do! After ten thousand years, he hasn't even cultivated to the Heavenly Immortal realm. And he has Saint's Potential? What a joke!" Primeval Lord of Heaven sneered repeatedly. If Sect Master Tongtian had been speaking of any other disciple, Primeval Lord of Heaven would only have said, So what if their talent is good? They're still a bunch of feathered beasts, born from dampness and eggs.
But when Hun Xiu was mentioned, Primeval Lord of Heaven became interested. He was a piece of trash, nothing more than a piece of trash who happened to be a tiny bit handsome.
Tongtian claimed he had Saint's Potential? Primeval Lord of Heaven simply could not agree. Saint's Potential? Tongtian really knew how to flatter himself. He was utterly delusional! "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—do not mock a poor youth. Him becoming a Saint? He must be dreaming!"
"I wonder, is it you, Tongtian, who is dreaming, or that useless disciple of yours?" Primeval Lord of Heaven pressed relentlessly.
Tongtian still wanted to show off? Impossible... Primeval Lord of Heaven would never let him get away with it.
All Saints looked at one another, unsure whom to believe. It was not as though they had not tried to calculate Tongtian's disciple, Hun Xiu, but unfortunately... the heavenly secrets were shrouded in Chaos, making him impossible to divine.
Only Patriarch Hongjun sat cross-legged atop his cushion in silence. He was the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao; no one understood it better than he did.