Vortex

What kind of person was he?

Handsome?

That seemed too shallow.

Not handsome?

She could not convince herself of that either.

In short, he was unlike every Nascent Soul patriarch.

At the very least, he was very different from the Nascent Soul patriarchs she had met. Though she had not met many of them; she had seen the most at the wedding in Grand Central City.

Her sect master senior uncle was refined and elegant, his every gesture otherworldly. Amid laughter and conversation, he laid plans before moving, and it was said that all of Grand Central City had been planned by her sect master senior uncle. The same was true across Qianyuan, and the sect's great spiritships had come from his hand.

It was those great spiritships that had linked together the entire land of Qianyuan.

The sect's present prosperity relied on her sect master senior uncle.

That also matched her image of a Nascent Soul patriarch.

As for the Nascent Soul patriarchs of the Hehuan Sect... how should she put it? There was more reverence than anything else. Whatever the patriarchs said went. Their disciples were the sect's people in life and the sect's ghosts in death. Perhaps because of the cultivation arts they practiced, Hehuan Sect cultivators seemed more free-spirited. So long as both parties consented and did not violate the sect's laws, they would not be punished.

For the rest, she had only heard rumors, then used those rumors to form her own imaginings.

This was the first time she had met such an approachable Nascent Soul cultivator.

That warm smile and gentle gaze made him seem less like a legendary True Lord and more like an elder waiting for his disciples and descendants to return home.

Fang Yingxue was dazed for quite some time. How