Cen Xian'er felt that Zhao Ritian had suffered too many setbacks at the hands of Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian.
After all, he was her disciple. Raise a dog long enough, and you would grow attached to it.
And anyway, Zhao Ritian was better than a dog... probably?
Cen Xian'er was not someone who liked children. Of course, she was not actually that much older than Zhao Ritian herself.
Back then, her eldest sister had seen that Zhao Ritian was pure-hearted and honest, and that he possessed strange true qi. He had truly been an unpolished jade of rare potential.
So she had taken Zhao Ritian as her disciple, and the three sisters had guided his cultivation together.
But Zhao Ritian's true qi was too unusual. Once he reached a certain realm, the three sisters could no longer help him advance.
Zhao Ritian needed to enter the martial world and temper himself through its trials. He also needed the resources of orthodox sects if he was to continue onward.
So the three sisters began divining his Fate. No matter how they calculated it, Zhao Ritian's descent from the mountain was watched over by twin stars of fortune and misfortune.
Thus, they took the risk of letting Zhao Ritian descend the mountain.
But who could have expected that, the moment he came down, Lu Chengwen would hug him around a great tree, and then he would encounter Pan Meifeng, the Seven-Colored Rainbow Phoenix, who crippled his cultivation.
The three sisters did not wish to fall out with a legendary old monster like the Seven-Colored Rainbow Phoenix. They could only help him repair his dantian and qi sea, restore his power, and then send him down the mountain again.
But then the same thing began happening over and over.
This time, Zhao