Wu Xie's entry into Wushi did not stir up any waves within Wushi, and An Zizai and Hai Yuan merely kept an eye on him in secret.
Only after a hundred years did An Zizai summon Wu Xie.
The grown Wu Xie was handsome and elegant, like most Wushi Disciples, carrying the bearing of an immortal sect scion. He still wore black, only now his robes had become far more exquisite, and a green jade hairpin was tucked into his coronet, giving him an extraordinary air.
An Zizai met him atop a broken cliff. Wu Xie came up behind An Zizai, bent at the waist, raised his hands, and saluted.
"Wu Xie greets Grandmaster!"
Wu Xie's tone was neither humble nor overbearing. If one listened closely, there was a spirited edge in his voice.
Ever since he had joined Wushi, he had been cultivating and had not seen An Zizai again, but he could not forget how awkward he had been when he met An Zizai back then. On the way here, he had been curious—why had Grandmaster summoned him?
He could not figure it out, but he did not panic, because he was already a Wushi Disciple. His master and his master's master both thought highly of him; even if the third-generation eldest disciple wanted to make things difficult for him, there had to be a reason.
With his back to Wu Xie, An Zizai gazed toward the distant mountains and forests. He said, "Your natural aptitude is outstanding, and your comprehension is even rarer, seen once in ten million years. I will make an exception and teach you divine abilities. What kind of divine ability do you want to learn?"
At that, Wu Xie's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "I want to learn Myriad Dao Peerless