"He acted with iron resolve, judged the situation with astonishing accuracy, and remained calm and meticulous. Never mind his previous talent—this temperament alone made him a rare genius in the Cultivation World."
Hearing Wei Suo's words, Ancestor Yuan Yin immediately had that thought flash through his mind again.
Compared to him, Wei Suo was truly a junior, but in handling affairs, making plans, and calculating strategies, he was not inferior to Ancestor Yuan Yin in the slightest. Ancestor Yuan Yin himself was an extraordinary figure who did not conform to convention. In his eyes, such character and disposition were even more important than aptitude for cultivation. The Cultivation World had never lacked geniuses with exceptional talent, yet no one knew how many such geniuses had fallen because of errors in judgment, reaction, or decision-making. Among the invincible figures recorded in ancient texts, aside from a few heaven-defying prodigies, most had been people with iron wills, decisive conduct, and extraordinary calm in the face of danger.
If Wei Suo had been alone at this moment, he would have been a true lone-wolf figure, even harder for his enemies to deal with.
But Ancestor Yuan Yin immediately overturned that thought in his heart, because he also understood very clearly that, for now, Wei Suo's Dao companions—including Qi Longshan and the others, even Feng Wucang and his group—were all shackles that constrained his actions. Yet those very things were also what had thoroughly stirred the most savage bloodthirst in his bones.
It was like territory that could not be violated. Without these shackles, without these things he valued more than his own life, there were matters he might not have been able to do, and he might not have achieved what he had today.
"Is that the Saint King Sect's sect master? He