"Martial Uncle Qinghe, what do you think of that young man's performance?" someone asked.
"For now, it is still not enough. Still not enough..." Daoist Qinghe naturally knew they were speaking of Yang Chen and replied.
Hearing this, quite a few people were delighted. If Daoist Qinghe said so, it meant his degree of approval for Yang Chen was still somewhat lacking.
In that case, they still had a chance.
What a joke. Daoist Qinghe might think he was unsuitable, but they thought he was more than suitable. In their eyes, an outside cultivator who had reached the Spirit Disk Stage before the age of fifty was already exceptionally outstanding.
And someone like him, who was not even the son of a branch academy master, was all the more rare and precious.
What was more, Yang Chen was not at the Spirit Disk Stage, but had reached the Golden Venerate Stage. With such strength, who would not want him? He was simply a perfect choice to be taken in as an heir to one's legacy.
Just as these people were secretly rejoicing one by one, two or three people gradually returned. Were they not the very people who had initially gone to investigate Yang Chen's background?
Now that they had returned, the other experts at the True God stage all asked, "What were the results of your investigation?"
"What exactly is going on with this little fellow's information?"
The few of them did not answer in a hurry. Instead, they handed the documents to Daoist Qinghe, their expressions solemn. Clearly, what was written in those documents was far from ordinary.
Daoist Qinghe was also extremely curious. He opened the documents and began reading them carefully.
At first glance, Daoist Qinghe's previously indifferent expression instantly turned incomparably grave. He stared fixedly