Dayu was surrounded by his fellow junior brothers and sisters from the Human Race, who kept asking him about flood control, their eyes full of admiration.
Dayu was nearly overwhelmed by their questions. He repeatedly waved his hands and laughed, saying it was nothing so mysterious. He had merely followed the flow of the water and slowly guided it, spending many years gradually sorting out the river channels. It was no great feat.
Xue Rong crouched off to one side, holding a Spirit Plant that had just emerged from the soil, its roots still stained with dirt.
She was discussing the properties of the Spirit Plant with disciples from the Spiritual Plant Hall beside her.
"Such long roots mean it likes deep soil."
"Fuzzy leaves mean it should be drought-resistant."
Amid the laughter and chatter, Zhen Yuanzi walked over to Dayu.
The moment Dayu saw Zhen Yuanzi, his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly bowed in nervous respect.
What did the Ancestor of Earth Immortals want with him personally?
The surrounding disciples quickly stepped aside, leaving an open space.
Zhen Yuanzi did not exchange pleasantries.
"Who taught you that method of controlling floods?"
Dayu answered truthfully.
"This disciple helped the elders in my hometown reinforce riverbanks a few times, then gradually figured it out myself."
Zhen Yuanzi was very satisfied with that answer.
It had not been taught by some Renowned Teacher; he had carved out the path himself. Such disciples had the most solid foundations and were least likely to go astray.
Zhen Yuanzi studied Dayu, his gaze full of approval.
"I saw your method of controlling floods."
Dayu grew nervous, unsure whether that was praise or merely a casual remark.
"This disciple only did what needed to be done."
Zhen Yuanzi waved a hand, signaling that he need