Old Wang chuckled at Li Hao's words. "You're an interesting one. Then do as you please. To remain so calm before the Immortal Emperor Dao Heritage, neither impatient nor restless-that's rare indeed. No wonder you possess an eternal Dao heart."
The earlier heaven and earth nine resonances and eternal Dao heart had left him deeply impressed with Li Hao.
After all, someone with such a disposition at the Saint-Level would have been a rare prodigy even during the golden age before the Emperor Fall Battle.
"Then you agree, Senior?"
Li Hao's eyes brightened slightly.
"If you truly wish to learn, I can teach you. What I grow here isn't rice or wheat, but immortal medicine divine herbs."
Old Wang smiled. "If you really master it, you'll have a craft to your name. If the True Realm still possessed even a third of its former splendor, this alone would earn you a place as an honored guest in many Immortal Sects, with standing equal to an Immortal Lord."
Li Hao was astonished. He hadn't expected the elder's cultivation techniques for immortal medicines to be so impressive. To rival an Immortal Lord's standing through this craft alone-just how extraordinary must it be?
"Then thank you for teaching me, Senior."
Li Hao cupped his hands and bowed, intending to offer a formal salute.
Old Wang waved him off. "If you pass the three trials, you'll be the Immortal Emperor's registered disciple. There's no need to offer me such a grand salute. If you fail, I'll accept it then."
Hearing that, Li Hao stopped insisting on ceremony, though his respect for the elder grew considerably.
"Then I'll first teach you how to identify immortal medicines-"
Old Wang chuckled. Growing immortal medicines was his passion, and whenever he spoke of them, his smile grew warmer