After leaving the Dragon Palace, Li Xinge did not return directly to Yang Province. Instead, he went to Tai Prefecture, to Myriad Bone Mountain, the headquarters of the Snowy Robe Sacred Cult.
Li Xinge sat upright upon the bone throne in the center of Myriad Bone Hall, a throne belonging solely to the Devil Master.
At his side stood the two little boys Li Xinge had brought back from the Dragon Palace.
At this moment, the two little boys were trembling as they looked at the gloomy surroundings.
Li Xinge looked at them, his voice icy.
"From now on, you will remain here and cultivate. Remember, I never keep idlers or trash beneath me. If you cannot demonstrate your own worth..."
Li Xinge narrowed his eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.
The two little ones shuddered.
The older one reacted first. Pulling along his still-bewildered younger sister, he dropped to his knees with a thud and kowtowed respectfully to Li Xinge.
They seemingly could not speak. Seeing that they had both knocked their heads bloody, Li Xinge swept his sleeve, and a gentle current of spiritual power lifted them from the ground.
The reason Li Xinge had brought the two back was not because some saintly compassion had welled up within him.
Rather, it was because these two little boys had fairly decent aptitude.
One was sixth-grade, and the other seventh-grade.
Moreover, for the sake of "flavor," the Dragon Palace had fed them spiritual herbs year-round. By a twist of fate, this had laid down a solid foundation for them.
In the future, reaching the Innate Realm should not be much of a problem.
Although Innate cultivators were already mere ants in his eyes.
Looking across the world, however, they were still formidable experts wherever they went.
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