How long had it been? A few hours at most, surely?
Judging by the changes in the young man's expression and his subtle movements, he had clearly gained something entirely new from gazing at the mountain this time.
"What, is the Sacred Mountain afraid Young Friend Luo will wear himself out, or worried that making things too difficult will deal such a blow to a young prodigy that he won't come back?"
"So it simply conjured a stairway to immortality for him out of thin air, or even outright forced the insights from climbing the mountain into Young Friend Luo?"
Noticing the envy on his sect's Dao Seed's face, Qi Zhentian came to his senses and sighed. He smiled, patted Cao Yuxiu on the shoulder, and offered a few words of comfort.
"Dao Seed, take it in stride. Whatever else, at least that boy still has to come to our sect's Sacred Mountain in person to gaze at it. It's not as though the Sacred Mountain has flown off to find him and throw itself at him."
After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something. Changing the subject, he asked curiously.
"By the way, Dao Seed, have you had someone send that idiot away?"
Even if Yue Shiqun was a cultivator from Xuantian Tower, he had climbed onto the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's head and taken a shit the moment he arrived.
Even Qi Zhentian, who valued harmony above all, could not help forming an utterly terrible impression of him.
Especially with a cultivator like Luo Yi for comparison, someone whose talent, comprehension, endowment, and actual combat strength were all no less impressive than Yue Shiqun's.
Qi Zhentian's opinion of that personal disciple of Xuantian Tower had only worsened.
Were it not out of consideration for Xuantian Tower and the