"Cult Leader, what is it? Could Miss Sun have already succeeded in her visualization?"
Zeng Rou had been watching Lu Chen's expression all along. She had thought Sun Yourong had only just entered meditation, yet an utterly incredulous look had already appeared on Lu Chen's face.
Sun Yourong opened her eyes at the sound and cast him a puzzled look as well. "I think I saw a spiritual-root organ... the lungs. Did I succeed?"
The lungs belonged to metal and governed battle and slaughter.
Lu Chen sharply sucked in a breath, inwardly marveling that Sun Yourong truly was an immortal who had attained the Dao in her previous life.
The moment she made a move, she revealed a supreme-grade heavenly spiritual root that others could only chase in vain.
Her aptitude was actually several notches stronger than his.
He stepped forward, helped Sun Yourong to her feet, and said solemnly, "Sister Sun, from today onward, become my disciple!"
Sun Yourong's expression changed, her almond eyes widening. "A disciple? Me?"
"Yes! Please!" Lu Chen's tone was exceedingly earnest.
Just moments ago, he had been wondering where he should search next for disciples with heavenly spiritual-root aptitude. Never had he expected that after wearing out iron shoes in fruitless search, he would find it without lifting a finger.
This heavenly spiritual root was not far away at the edge of the sky, but right before his eyes—and it was even a supreme-grade heavenly spiritual root delivered right to his door!
If he did not take such talent into his sect, heaven's law itself would not allow it.
Yet after a brief daze, Sun Yourong shook her head like a rattle-drum. "No! Who wants to be your disciple?"
Hearing this, Lu Chen lowered his voice and patiently coaxed her. "If you become my