"Thank you, Patriarch!"
Shi Yongheng waved his hand, then suddenly looked beyond Shushan.
"Patriarch, what is it?"
"Hehe, interesting. A descendant of Nuwa.
It seems she is delivering another cultivation prodigy to Shushan.
Qingwei, handle this yourselves. After all, she is a descendant of the Human Race's Holy Mother. If not for the monk's sake, then for the Buddha's.
In a few years, I will also send a child into Shushan to cultivate."
His figure vanished from where he stood. Qingwei and the others exchanged glances, their faces full of helplessness. Neither of these two Patriarchs was particularly reliable.
Before Taiji Hall, Qingwei and the others looked at Zixuan, Nuwa's descendant, dressed in purple and veiled across the face, as well as the Holy Aunt beside her in dark purple robes.
Zixuan looked reluctantly at the child in her arms.
Daoist Qingwei sighed. "Miss Zixuan, are you certain you wish to send him to Shushan?"
Zixuan glanced reluctantly at the child in her arms and fell silent for a while. "I'm certain."
Having said that, she ruthlessly handed the child to Daoist Qingwei. Daoist Qingwei took him.
Unwilling to part with him, Zixuan reached out instinctively.
Yet Daoist Qingwei, holding the child, slightly turned aside and avoided her hand.
Daoist Qingwei said, "Since you have decided to send him to Shushan, then forget all of this.
From this moment onward, you and he will have nothing to do with each other."
Zixuan's heart ached terribly. "Not even one meeting?"
Daoist Qingwei answered firmly, "No."
Zixuan looked sorrowfully at the child...
Daoist Qingwei smiled. "This child has refined features and extraordinary bones. He is destined for the Dao. If he cultivates diligently, he will surely join the ranks of immortals and escape the sea of suffering."
Zixuan was somewhat astonished.