Shen Miaoling signaled for Xiyun to take the deed of sale. After examining it, Xiyun suppressed her excitement and said,
"Miss, this is my deed of sale. This is wonderful!"
Shen Miaoling smiled faintly. "From now on, you will keep this deed of sale yourself."
Thinking of how her mistress would be leaving on a long journey in two days, Xiyun felt both joy and sorrow, unsure of what to say.
Shen Zhaoran, however, could no longer sit still. Now that his second sister had become an Immortal Master, one person attaining the Dao meant even the chickens and dogs should ascend to heaven.
"Second Sister, could you introduce me to your master?"
Shen Miaoling refused outright. "My master is very busy and does not like meeting idle strangers."
Shen Zhaoran was somewhat displeased, but he also knew that Shen Miaoling was no longer the soft persimmon he could knead at will.
Their positions had completely reversed.
"It is only an introduction. Since that Immortal Master was willing to take you as a disciple, perhaps she would be willing to give me some guidance as well."
"Eldest Brother thinks too highly of it. Cultivation is not as simple as you imagine. Only those with spiritual roots can cultivate; without them, one is merely an ordinary mortal."
Shen Zhaoran's heart stirred. Back then, the Immortal Master invited to the Duke's Mansion had also mentioned spiritual roots.
But that Immortal Master had spoken vaguely, leaving him half-understanding and half-confused. He had no idea what spiritual roots truly were.
"Then, Second Sister, can you see whether I have spiritual roots?"
Shen Miaoling shook her head repeatedly.
"I have only just begun myself. How could I possibly tell whether Eldest Brother has spiritual roots?"
Shen Zhaoran felt somewhat disappointed, but he still refused to