On Golden Ao Island, at Transmission Plaza.
Watching Saint Tongtian depart, Duobao led the disciples over to Jiang Shang, who had just landed.
The Jie Sect embraced talents from all walks of life, and its disciples came from every race. Though Jiang Shang was human and thus somewhat uncommon, it was nothing unusual, and no one looked down on him for it.
However, judging solely by Jiang Shang's natural talent, comprehension, and even appearance, he was utterly ordinary, with not a single outstanding quality!
"Though Junior Brother has yet to formally embark on the path of cultivation, he is by no means ordinary. With this fortune and destiny alone, few can compare to him!"
"Since the Jie Sect was founded, Master has personally passed down his legacy to only four people. Junior Brother, you are the fifth to receive such an honor!"
Daoist Duobao spoke in a solemn tone, unable to hide his emotion.
In truth, he harbored many doubts.
The more he interacted with this Junior Brother, the more ordinary he seemed—so ordinary that he was nearly invisible.
He possessed neither exceptional talent nor remarkable meridians or spiritual roots. There was not the slightest thing about him that stood out.
After examining him from head to toe, there was still nothing remotely eye-catching.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Duobao. I hope you will look after me in the future!"
Jiang Shang gave a deep bow, his manner humble and respectful, his expression sincere.
He understood perfectly well that since Master had entrusted him to this Senior Brother, this man had to be among the foremost figures of all the disciples.
Either he was the founding eldest disciple, or he was the most trusted chief disciple!
Seeing his proper bearing and sincere words, Daoist Duobao's heart stirred slightly. This Junior Brother was