Qiongqi looked at Xiao Chen and fell silent, his heart a tumult of mixed emotions—some bitterness, but even more surprise and comfort.
Watching his own disciple surpass him and grow ever stronger.
Qiongqi felt the comfort of old age.
All these years, he had never accepted a single disciple.
Even among his own clan's bloodline, few had ever caught his eye.
There was no other reason.
He was simply too dazzling.
A born divine being, his bloodline power was terrifyingly strong, and his comprehension soared beyond the heavens.
To become his disciple, one need not stand shoulder to shoulder with him, but at the very least, one had to possess seventy or eighty percent of his brilliance.
Until he met Xiao Chen, this youth who was far more astonishing than Qiongqi had been in his own younger days.
Of course, that did not mean Xiao Chen would certainly have the chance to reach Qiongqi's current height in the future.
After all, the further one went along the path of cultivation, the harder it became.
Beyond the fifth level of the Grandmaster Realm, every step was a Heavenly Gate.
Countless peerless geniuses had ultimately been blocked by those Heavenly Gates, becoming a cup of yellow earth, or dying in savage disasters and accidents, strangled in the cradle.
Being extraordinarily gifted in one's youth only represented the possibility of ascending to the absolute summit.
But Xiao Chen was simply too dazzling.
So dazzling that Qiongqi felt that, so long as he was not deliberately exterminated by human interference, he would certainly stand very, very high in the future—perhaps even beyond Qiongqi's imagination!
Originally, he had become Xiao Chen's protector under duress. Who would have thought he had stumbled upon a treasure?
Heaven truly had not treated him poorly.
"Lord Yellow, what's wrong?