Even Cao Yuxiu, a Dao Seed of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect, had been like a monk trying to scratch an itch through his robes when he first saw the Sacred Mountain: utterly at a loss.
Only after sitting quietly before it for nearly a year had he begun to grasp a sliver of the secrets hidden within.
Only then had he truly set foot on the right path to comprehending the mountain.
Yet the handsome Green-Robed Youth had said he needed to prepare first. That could mean only one thing.
The moment he saw the Sacred Mountain, he had secretly formed some kind of connection with it and sensed the trials it had set for cultivators.
At that thought, Cao Yuxiu forced down the shock spilling into his eyes and looked toward Qi Zhentian, the Inner Sect's Grand Elder, who stood a short distance behind him.
At last, he understood what had made this normally unflappable Inner Sect Grand Elder so wary.
After a little thought, however, he decided not to stop the Green-Robed Youth from comprehending the mountain.
After all, in his view, treasures and cultivation techniques belonged to the virtuous.
The Sacred Mountain had stood within the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect for hundreds of thousands of years. Yet apart from receiving its gifts and greatly strengthening their bodies, the sect's cultivators had never glimpsed the true essence of the cultivation technique hidden behind it.
Rather than let that secret remain buried, they might as well openly give the Green-Robed Youth a chance.
If he did uncover something and shared even a little of it, the sect's cultivators could benefit for years to come.
The more Cao Yuxiu thought about it, the less reason he saw to stop the youth. He cleared his throat and said softly, "Fellow Daoist, your