Chen Nianzhi glanced at the child and saw at once that he had no spiritual root.
He shook his head, then smiled faintly and patted the child's shoulder. "Since we have met, it is fate."
"I think this child should have a spiritual root."
"Truly?"
The middle-aged man was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him. "Then I shall borrow your auspicious words."
As he spoke, he promptly led the boy forward. Brilliant rosy light bloomed from the spirit-testing platform.
The purple-robed old man took a look and stroked his beard in satisfaction. "A wind spiritual root, no less. Following the Path of Xun Wind, breaking through to Golden Core will be as easy as turning one's hand. After Golden Core, he may continue along the Path of Xun Wind."
"He may also choose to split it anew into dual spiritual roots. This child has no small potential."
"Hahaha, my son truly has a spiritual root!"
The middle-aged man seemed to sense something in the unseen. He hurriedly held the child and looked toward Chen Nianzhi, only to find that Chen Nianzhi had vanished at some unknown moment.
Immortals possessed heaven-defying means of creation. Chen Nianzhi had merely expended a trace of immortal mark power to grant him a spiritual root hidden within fate; it was no more than lifting a hand.
After leaving the small city, Chen Nianzhi continued westward. He did not know how long he had traveled when his expression suddenly froze slightly, and his footsteps came to a halt.
He turned around and strolled into a small city.
Within a courtyard of that small city, a young child was toddling across the ground, learning to walk in Handan fashion.
The child's frame was tender and innocent, seeming no more than four or five years old, yet there