The Ancestor's Attitude

As Yang Chen and the others from the Eastern branch headed for the main family, Bai Tianheng also made his way to the place he wished to visit.

This was a silent, uninhabited mountain range, one mountain stretching after another.

No one set foot in this place all year round. Even if someone did enter, without permission, they would never see the mountain range's true face. That so-called permission was layer upon layer of formations. If one did not know the truth and entered these mountains, all one would see was peak after peak, forever unable to cross this mountain range.

Upon arriving, Bai Tianheng respectfully said, "This junior, Bai Tianheng, wishes to see Ancestor Bai Wei. I have already had Bai Hong submit a report in advance. I hope Emissary Lord can grant me some leeway."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mountain range before him seemed like a picture, cracking apart with a series of snaps.

The scene turned into strands of true qi that dissipated like smoke. Then, the mountain range before him revealed its true face. It was a magnificent peak, with a thousand-zhang waterfall cascading down from above and flowing into a small river with a soft trickling sound.

As this sight emerged, a middle-aged man appeared atop the peak. Holding a wooden staff and floating in the air, he said, "Bai Tianheng, Bai Hong did indeed submit a report earlier. But are you certain you want to recommend this genius to the Ancestor? You are a sensible man, so I will not say too much. I will only remind you once. The Ancestor has exceedingly high standards. Not just any genius can enter the Ancestor's discerning eye. If you mishandle this, not only will the recommendation fail, but you will be the one