A flash of surprise crossed Wen Changyun's face. Despite the arrogant and overbearing attitude Lu Xiaotian had suddenly displayed upon arriving at the battlefield—which the cluster of Nascent Soul old monsters assumed was mostly calculated for troop morale, though they couldn't entirely rule out youthful arrogance, especially since Lu Xiaotian had reached such an astonishing level in just over two hundred years and had practically no obstacle in asking the Dao of the Nascent Soul—
even these Nascent Soul old monsters felt ashamed of their own achievements at that age. Lu Xiaotian's current accomplishments were enough to make anyone proud.
Yet when this young man entered the council hall of the cave dwelling just now, he was exceptionally courteous and well-mannered, completely devoid of the arrogance and wildness he had shown on the battlefield. And now, he had pierced straight through his thoughts in a single sentence. Such talent coupled with such intelligence was truly rare. Having stayed in the Ancient Sword Sect for so many years, Wen Changyun had witnessed quite a few young talents, but try as he might, none could compare to the young man before him.
"Since you've seen through it, it saves me some breath. That's right. If Luo Qing had only been cultivating for a few years, it might be possible to stop early, but her talent is exceptional and she is already deep in the Dao. To stop now would shatter her Dao heart, and I fear the Nascent Soul would be out of the reach. You must understand the gravity of this."
Wen Changyun said meaningfully. Barring accidents and following her current progress, Luo Qing's achievement of the Nascent Soul held little suspense. If not for the recent cultivation world war where she deliberately suppressed her cultivation speed, she could have already