On the final stretch of the journey back to the Liu Family, Old Man Zhou, riding atop his horse, glanced at Li Qing intentionally—or perhaps not.
"Those who can join the Tianhe Sect are all exceptional prodigies. There's no need for us to compare ourselves to them. We just need to live our own lives in peace."
After drinking together for nearly half a year, Zhou Tong had already come to regard this honest young man as one of his juniors.
He said these words now only because he hoped Li Qing would not be discouraged, and wanted to offer a little comfort.
But Li Qing, who had clawed his way through the secular martial world, naturally would not be shaken by that earlier conversation. On the contrary, his heart toward the Dao became even more resolute.
"I understand. Thank you for the advice, Elder Zhou." Li Qing smiled and gave Old Man Zhou a grateful look.
Old Man Zhou flicked his horsewhip idly and said leisurely, "The requirements for joining a sect are extremely harsh. For Rogue Cultivators like us, they are even harder to meet."
Upon hearing this, quite a few Spirit Mine Workers began complaining.
"Yeah, reaching the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage by twenty—that kind of requirement is just making things difficult!"
"Hehehe, that's right. But if your Spirit Root is outstanding and you possess a Heavenly Spiritual Root, then even if you only began cultivating at thirty, I imagine those Immortal Dao Sects would make an exception and accept you."
The moment the words "Heavenly Spiritual Root" were spoken, countless people rolled their eyes.
If possessing a Spirit Root already meant being one in ten thousand, then the chances of that Spirit Root being a Heavenly Spiritual Root were even more minuscule.
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