Yun Qingxuan understood Gao Xian very well. She knew that though he seemed petty in his dealings, his heart was as deep as an abyssal sea, and his thoughts and ambitions were unlike those of ordinary men.
Whether in cultivation talent or wisdom and methods, he stood at the very pinnacle of this age.
Li Zichen might be a Heavenly Lord's disciple, with peerless divine abilities, but in terms of schemes and cunning, she was far, far beneath Gao Xian. If the two had belonged to the same sect, Li Zichen would surely have been swallowed alive by Gao Xian.
More importantly, Gao Xian valued affection and bore responsibility. Among the cultivators of the Azure Cloud Sect, only Gao Xian surpassed her in every respect.
In dealing with people and handling affairs, she was ultimately lacking a few measures of worldly polish. Moreover, Gao Xian's relationship with Wan Yingying was far from ordinary.
Wan Yingying, the future Pure Yang Dao Venerable, treasured old bonds deeply.
If the sect could be entrusted to Gao Xian, it would surely flourish. She, too, could cultivate in peace without having to concern herself with these mundane affairs.
Gao Xian understood Yun Qingxuan's meaning. Though the two had never cultivated together, their temperaments were most deeply aligned. Yun Qingxuan could be said to be the person in all the world who understood him best, and he was likewise the one who understood Yun Qingxuan best.
The tacit understanding between these kindred spirits made them closer than any dual cultivation could.
Even after seven hundred years, Yun Qingxuan still believed he was the Gao Xian of old and placed extraordinary trust in him.
Gao Xian was deeply moved. In this vast world, having someone who understood and trusted you was more precious than any Divine Artifact