As a Dao Seed of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect, Cao Yuxiu enjoyed countless privileges and benefits. To avoid bringing trouble upon the sect, he should have heeded the Inner Sect Grand Elder's advice and done everything he could to distance himself from the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea.
But the cultivation world had a peculiar saying: whether it was the bond of blood or anything else, none of it could compare to the word fate.
"Fate works in wondrous ways!"
As a cultivator, he should not have believed in something so nebulous.
Yet everything in the world had its own destined connection.
Others might look at a thing and touch it, but they could never make it theirs, because they had no such connection with it.
It was just like the secret hidden behind the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's Sacred Mountain. Countless people had gazed upon the Mountain, yet none had seen anything of note.
Even Cao Yuxiu had spent ten thousand years before he had begun to glimpse something in the Sacred Mountain.
Yet that Luo-Surnamed Youth had sensed something unusual the moment he first saw it.
That alone was enough to show that young friend Luo, standing not far from him, was the one the Sacred Mountain had waited long ages to meet.
Cao Yuxiu even suspected that the Sacred Mountain had secretly given the Luo-Surnamed Youth a hint none of them had ever received.
Perhaps it was some revelation that would let him see straight through to its true nature.
Otherwise, Cao Yuxiu found it hard to believe the gulf between two people could truly be so vast.
With a single glance? Forget seeing through to the truth hidden behind the Sacred Mountain as the Luo-Surnamed Youth had.
Cao Yuxiu would probably still have been wondering why