After Daoist Ming Shui gave Zhang Qingyuan a few pointers on his cultivation, he waved him away.
During this period of time, Daoist Ming Shui had summoned each of his disciples in turn to give them some instructions. It did not take long, and Zhang Qingyuan had been the last.
Yet after Zhang Qingyuan departed, Daoist Ming Shui did not leave. Instead, he remained where he was, his gaze fixed upon the distant horizon veiled in layer upon layer of clouds and mist.
"Come out."
At Daoist Ming Shui's call, a figure emerged from the darkness.
"Master, are you giving up on junior brother Zhang?"
The one who appeared was none other than Senior Disciple Brother Wang Yuènián.
No one knew when he had hidden himself nearby. He only stepped out after Zhang Qingyuan had left.
"I also think junior brother Zhang has taken a dead-end road, but his talent is so outstanding that even if he has gone astray for now, it does not matter. He can still turn back. If we bring him into the plan, he may very well add another measure of Cave True Level combat power to our side in the future."
"Yuènián, you are right."
Daoist Ming Shui nodded, acknowledging his words.
In truth, so long as one was not blind, anyone could see Zhang Qingyuan's terrifying talent.
For ordinary cultivators, reaching True Essence Late Stage before a hundred years of cultivation was already enough to make them geniuses with a chance of glimpsing a higher realm.
But how long had Zhang Qingyuan cultivated?
Barely thirty-odd years!
Every time they met, that kid's strength would undergo an enormous leap forward, leaving people utterly dumbfounded!
In Daoist Ming Shui's eyes, this rate of improvement was even more shocking.
Because of the plans he had made