There was only one true disciple in the entire Profound Dao Sect—Bai Wuheng. Now that another had suddenly appeared, who would not envy him?
Although Yang Chen cared deeply about the words "true disciple," what concerned him even more was what Chen Yangqi had just said.
"Before making this decision, this junior would like to ask Sect Master Senior a question." Yang Chen bowed.
"Oh? Go ahead." Chen Yangqi had thought Yang Chen would make his choice without hesitation. He had not expected Yang Chen to keep him guessing instead.
Yang Chen asked, "This junior mentioned earlier that I know very little about the place I came from. But I just heard Senior mention something about seedbeds and inferior people. What is that about?"
Chen Yangqi paused. He had thought Yang Chen did not care about this issue, but upon hearing the question, he stroked his beard and then gave a bitter smile.
"That is true. It is not strange for you to ask. Then let me explain." Chen Yangqi stood with his hands behind his back. "This matter goes back a very long time—roughly a hundred thousand years ago. Back then, I was only a young man, just like you are now!"
Chen Yangqi's words made Yang Chen draw a deep breath. They revealed two things: first, that this matter was ancient beyond measure; second, that Chen Yangqi had already lived for a hundred thousand years.
Chen Yangqi slowly said, "At that time, the layout of the Twelve States was not much different from today's. The difference was that a great event occurred across the Twelve States."
"What great event?" Yang Chen asked, puzzled.
"Mutual slaughter!" Chen Yangqi explained patiently.
"Mutual slaughter?" Yang Chen was confused.
"Yes, mutual slaughter. We humans held absolute dominion over this vast land. Though