Before the thatched hut, the atmosphere was subtle.
The black-robed old man's deep gaze slowly swept over Mo Lin and Zi Yan, carrying a trace of barely perceptible surprise and scrutiny. He muttered in a hoarse voice like wind brushing dead leaves, "Strange... according to that old ghost's calculations, the one meant to arrive today should have been a little fellow burdened with Sacred Dragon Destiny and a troubled fate... Why is there one more? And they are both... such unusual children?"
His gaze finally settled on Mo Lin. This white-clad youth appeared to possess only Primordial Realm cultivation, yet his composure beyond his years, eyes as deep as a sea of stars, and the faint Dao aura within him—one even he found obscure and difficult to comprehend—were anything but ordinary.
And the purple-haired girl beside him was extraordinarily spirited. Even her bloodline carried an ancient, noble aura that made his heart tremble.
"Interesting..." The black-robed old man's wrinkled face remained placid, but waves had already risen in his heart.
He had lived through countless ages and seen innumerable prodigies, yet these two young people gave him a feeling that he could not see through them at all. Their origins seemed shrouded in a mist that even he could not easily pierce.
"Never mind." The old man set it aside. He had always been open-minded; since fate had changed, there was naturally a reason for it.
He looked at Mo Lin and slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying invisible pressure. "You two little ones managed to break through the outer seal and reach this place, so you have some ability. However, the person I wish to entrust is no ordinary one. This burden cannot be borne by the mediocre."
He paused, his gaze blazing. "Let me see what qualifies