Unpredictable Future
Guan Qiu had not expected to break through into the Dao Entry realm so easily. He had studied under Xuan Tieyi and cultivated bitterly for many years. Though his elders had always placed great hopes in him, deeming him the most outstanding disciple of Lucid Ravine of the Eight Directions in his generation, he had always lacked that final measure of ripeness before attaining Dao Entry.
With a raised hand, He Ping brushed his palm over Guan Qiu's head and pressed down. It was as though Guan Qiu had been washed clean and enlightened by a direct infusion; his state of mind became lucid and clear, broad and crystalline. He broke through a mysterious barrier, shook free of its restraints, and stepped into the Dao Entry realm.
He Ping said he was "pulling up seedlings to help them grow," but Guan Qiu knew his own circumstances best. He knew that reaching Dao Entry through cultivation would have required at least another decade or so of arduous practice. Without this stroke of fortune, he would have had to squander more than ten years before he could catch even a glimpse of this realm.
It was clear just how great a benefit Guan Qiu had received. Gratitude showed in his eyes as he looked at He Ping.
"May I ask this senior's honored name?"
"My name is not suitable for speaking aloud." He Ping's reputation was hardly sterling, but he put on the lofty, prideful air of an eminent senior who disdained to reveal his name.
"Guan Qiu, don't tell others too much about me. I have no particular friendship with your master, Xuan Tieyi. But if you happen to meet North Marsh Heavenly Roc Yun Zhongting, you may mention me to him. He ought to know of an old