"Just as with you and Poison Immortal's group, I did this only out of my own selfish motives. There's no need to thank me," the old man replied blandly.
Qin Shaofeng looked up in astonishment.
In his view, these seniors responsible for guarding the Altar Grand Formation—
Even if they truly harbored selfish motives, they would never state them so plainly. Why was the one before him so different?
Yet the old man gave him no time to think further.
His hands moved slightly.
When the Seven-colored Token returned to his hand, the old man suddenly seized it.
Then, with a flash, he appeared before him.
As his palm struck forward, the Seven-colored Token followed the motion and merged into Qin Shaofeng's forehead.
Even then, the old man showed no intention of stopping.
His right hand, pressed against Qin Shaofeng's forehead, suddenly moved along a certain trajectory, actually branding a familiar seal upon his brow.
"Though you obtained the Endless Seal by chance, you can still be considered to have received the inheritance of our Endless Mountain. Today, this old man shall accept you as my seventh disciple."
"This old man is Wujin Xuan!"
The instant Wujin Xuan finished speaking—
Qin Shaofeng clearly sensed the Endless Seal he had learned seemingly turn into countless threads and merge into his body.
Wujin Xuan truly acted with incredible speed.
Qin Shaofeng had only just begun to gain insight when Wujin Xuan's voice interrupted his realization. "This old man has already left the formation. Follow me quickly and depart. There will be plenty of chances for enlightenment later."
As Wujin Xuan's voice fell, an indescribable aura spread from his body.
That aura immediately enveloped Qin Shaofeng.
Then came a sensation of heaven and earth spinning.
When the feeling of solid ground beneath his