After meeting with her Younger Sister, Cai Die left the Lower Realm in something of a hurry.
This chance for her to return to the Lower Realm had originally come from a mission assigned by her sect in the Fourth World.
From her brief description, it seemed to be an order from Master.
She intended to further unseal Cai Die's talent.
I recalled the number I had once seen on Cai Die's forehead.
There had indeed been parentheses after her talent, with the words "Not Unsealed" written inside.
From the occasional snippets Cai Die let slip.
I could make out only a vague image of her Master, yet she was already a towering figure in Cai Die's heart, one who held up the heavens and stood upon the earth.
A great figure like that would naturally have her own reasons for taking Cai Die in as her final disciple.
At her current stage, Cai Die's talent was roughly on par with that of an ordinary prodigy. Added to the fact that she possessed only an ordinary human bloodline.
Her overall talent was, at most, that of an ordinary prodigy.
If she could unseal that seemingly sealed talent, she should have a chance in the future to join the ranks of quasi-first-rate prodigies.
The reason she had achieved a cultivation level ahead of her peers was entirely due to the countless fortuitous opportunities her Master had prepared for her.
Cultivation depended on talent, but it also came down to one's backing.
Those without anyone to rely on could only be like me, depending entirely on a bloodline mutation.
On a street near the kindergarten.
I held my young daughter's hand as we moved through the crowd.
Yangyang lifted her head. "Mother, can Yangyang have a candied hawthorn?"
"No." I looked at