He had taken three disciples before and after, yet not one of them was someone Zhou Heng had truly taken a liking to.
Little Glutton had clung to him relentlessly, Hu Yin had become his disciple only because he had casually guided her, while Lu Tong was accepted because of Lin Yuhua's dying request—a karmic tie he had left behind in the mortal world.
In terms of aptitude, only Little Glutton could be considered above average. As for comprehension, all three disciples were probably quite mediocre.
Zhou Heng sighed. Mediocre was mediocre—perhaps that was not a bad thing.
Ordinary people had no idea of the threat posed by the Demon Sea, while the strong had surely spent these past decades in constant unease. Once those embryonic Demon Seas fully took shape, it would mean the end of all living beings!
If death could not be avoided, then it was better to pass one's final days carefree and untroubled before it came.
He would just teach them whatever he could!
Zhou Heng settled down in the Raging River Sect. After the battle before, although the Raging River Sect had been reduced to only a scattered handful of people, its prestige had risen to an unparalleled height. Every sect in the surrounding region came of its own accord to pay homage, acknowledging the Raging River Sect as their lord and offering annual tribute.
With such prestige, countless people came to the Raging River Sect every day to seek apprenticeship. Even Celestial River Realm experts came to join the sect, unconcerned even if they were given the lowliest positions.
Zhou Heng meditated beneath a withered old locust tree. It was said that this tree was over ten thousand years old, only to be blasted dead by heavenly lightning several decades ago. It had