Broken Brow Mountain and the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword actually began fighting over little Zhou Ding.
It was truly because little Zhou Ding's talent was stunning beyond measure. Eleven innate sigil inscriptions, plus the Nine-Colored Spirit Ink upon him—his future potential was immeasurable.
The guests who had come to observe the ceremony were mostly from prominent families. Their positions made it impossible for them to get a share of the pie.
Because little Zhou Ding was certain to become the future heir of the Zhou Clan Western Sect, he could not be won over from the Lineage's side.
But sects were different.
The Lord of Broken Brow Mountain had once sworn to cultivate an invincible sword master who would end the myth of Tiannan Yi Jian. Thus, she had her disciples scour every corner for gifted children to bring into the mountain.
Those under the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword also considered Zhou Daqian's status and position, hoping to draw him into their ranks.
The faction represented by Shang Weiqian was as clearly divided from those people who had blocked Zhou You outside Fuluo Mountain as the Jing and Wei Rivers.
Just as he had said, Great Shang and Minor Shang were not the same thing. They bore one another no grievance and held no enmity, so there was nothing stopping Zhou You's son from taking a master.
For a time, little Zhou Ding went from a sweet-smelling baby to a fragrant morsel everyone wanted to snatch.
"Commander Zhou, my master is Tiannan Yi Jian, invincible in this age. If your young master enters his school, his future will surely be boundless. Given time, the Zhou Clan may not be unable to produce another Heavenly Sect."
Shang Weiqian's promise was extremely tempting. After all, great masters produced great disciples. Though there