Lu Qing cultivated within his Daoist dojo.
As always, White Marsh was instructing Stone Vein Chaosheng.
But after finishing his lesson, his eyes suddenly flickered.
Sacred streams of light began flowing within his pupils.
He immediately understood what was happening.
White Marsh's bloodline Divine Ability has sensed something. Though so much time has passed, I am White Marsh after all.
Has he found all the Sons of the Human Emperor so quickly?
White Marsh clicked his tongue in wonder, shock appearing on his face as well.
He truly had not expected that White Marsh of his own kin would actually go all out.
Without activating the Heavenly Secrets Divine Ability, how could he possibly have found the Sons of the Human Emperor in such a short time?
Yes, to White Marsh, the passage of ten or twenty years was roughly equivalent to a few months in the eyes of mortals.
With such speed, it was no wonder White Marsh was somewhat shocked.
Yet before long, he basked in the warm sunlight pouring down from the sky, draping itself over his sleek fur.
But it has nothing to do with me anyway.
He turned his gaze toward the mountaintop.
Words left unspoken began muttering uncontrollably within his heart.
This Daoist dojo changes anew with every passing day. I truly wonder what my master's fate allotment will become.
Though he wanted not to entertain such thoughts, muttering once or twice surely would not earn his master's blame.
White Marsh was indeed a little curious, though not excessively so. Mainly because he had thought of the Human Emperors throughout the Primordial Era. Their providence had all been extraordinarily powerful—so powerful that after some Human Emperors rose to prominence, they could be called the Persons of Heavenly Mandate of their eras.
The geniuses of