In the Cloudsoar Sect's main hall.
Ren An, the sect master of the Cloudsoar Sect, rubbed his fingertips over the dossier's cover, unable to help feeling regret.
He could not help wondering to himself: if Yang Jing had joined the Cloudsoar Sect back then, its formidable foundations and resources, coupled with nearly a thousand years of accumulated cultivation experience, might well have allowed this unpolished jade to shine in all his brilliance, soar into the heavens, and become a supreme expert whose might awed all of Jintai Prefecture.
The dossier clearly recorded that Yang Jing possessed only eighth-grade root bone. To most people, that was a fatal weakness on the martial path.
But in Ren An's eyes, breaking through to the Qi-Devouring Realm in three true arts within little more than half a year was certainly not something eighth-grade root bone could explain.
There had to be an extraordinary talent hidden behind it.
Perhaps it was heaven-defying comprehension, perhaps a special physique that had yet to awaken, or perhaps some other unknown secret.
Yet such a genius had joined the Profound Truth Sect instead. All Ren An could say was that Yang Jing and the Cloudsoar Sect were not fated to be together.
Though undercurrents surged among the Five Great Schools and their overt and covert struggles never ceased, they shared an unwritten rule: none would lightly poach another's core disciples. Doing so would spark a war between schools, and the losses would outweigh the gains.
However much Ren An regretted it, he could only let the matter go.
After considering for a moment, he called toward the doors in a deep voice, "Go summon Elder Wang."
The disciple standing guard outside hurriedly bowed. "Yes, Sect Master!"
He immediately turned and left at a brisk pace, not daring to delay.