"I choose..."
Within the solemn and dignified Daoist temple, silence reigned; only the young man's voice rang out clearly.
Under everyone's concerned gazes, he seemed not to have deliberated much before giving his answer.
"Houtu Hall!"
In that instant, everyone's eyes shifted to Fairy Qing Lan.
Zhan Bingtao's brows furrowed slightly, but they soon relaxed. He even seemed rather pleased.
Hui Yuanhong, who was likewise a Great Cultivator, was instead somewhat displeased. "Junior, you should think this through. Though the Houtu Hall Master is beautiful, her years of cultivation are the shortest among us."
"Humph!" Fairy Qing Lan gave a soft snort, clearly dissatisfied that the old fellow had brought up her appearance.
Zhang Bairen took over the conversation from across the room. "Palace Lord Hui is actually right. Fairy Qing Lan has cultivated for too short a time. Most of her journey thus far has been spent receiving others' instruction. How could she possibly teach you with such meticulous care?"
Fairy Qing Lan knew that she had to defend herself now. Otherwise, Zhou Fuyou truly might be swayed by their words.
"It is precisely because my years of cultivation are shorter than yours that I have an advantage in this regard. It has been hundreds of years since all of you formed Golden Cores and Nascent Souls. Though your theories may be abundant, your memories of cultivation at those corresponding realms must be rather hazy. How could they compare to mine, which remain fresh in my mind?"
"That is a mistaken argument. When we instruct disciples, we see from a lofty height while attending to every minute detail. How could memory affect us?" Long Ting of Longevity Hall first refuted Fairy Qing Lan, then impatiently said, "Zhou Fuyou, did you know that Fairy Qing Lan primarily cultivates the wood