Early that morning, Lin Caiyi went to the mortal city of the True Martial Dao Sect to select disciples with Spirit Roots and bring them into the sect, all to complete the task her master had assigned.
Though she would not teach them personally, the disciples she chose would enter her own master's branch to cultivate. From then on, they would all be her own people.
So when she picked people, she was very serious.
She had taken a liking to a young man. Though his clothes were old and shabby, his eyes were bright and full of spirit, making her feel that perhaps this child might have an extraordinary future.
Anyone the True Martial Dao Sect was willing to keep could not have truly poor aptitude, no matter how bad it was. When she went to choose disciples, what she was really choosing was affinity.
And so, she brought the young man into the True Martial Dao Sect. According to custom, she first brought the new disciple to pay respects to True Lord Zhitian's divine statue, introducing the legends of the True Martial Dao Sect to him.
Now demons and monsters ran rampant through the mortal realm, and human lands were constantly falling. Lin Caiyi felt such entrance customs were very important. At the very least, they could let the disciples carry hope in their hearts.
However, she had never imagined that after this disciple saw True Lord Zhitian, he would actually utter such arrogant words as "an immortal is inferior to me."
Lin Caiyi froze, looking at Gu An with a strange expression. But when she examined him closely, she did not feel that anything was wrong with him. Instead, she sensed an indescribable air about Gu An, one that somehow made awe rise in her heart.
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