True Person Yu Qing was puzzling over it too. He could not understand why his proud, haughty disciple cared so much about a cultivator who had drifted between sects, borrowing names to steal teachings. When Shen Yuxi had mentioned Gu Jingzhao earlier, the faint anticipation hidden in his voice had been genuine. He had sounded eager to meet the man.
What sort of spell does that man have over him? True Person Yu Qing wondered.
From Shen Yuxi's account, the young man was not bad at heart. He stepped in when bullies caused trouble and asked for nothing after resolving it. He was extraordinarily gifted, too. His conduct was merely improper, his way of doing things untethered.
"The Chaos Spiritual Root..."
At the thought, True Person Yu Qing's fingers paused. He had seen records of it only in ancient, fragmentary texts buried in the deepest reaches of the Scripture Repository.
The Chaos Spiritual Root was a complex mix, but not every mixed spiritual root could be called Chaos.
What was chaos? Before heaven and earth had parted, at the beginning of all things, that state which encompassed everything was chaos.
A Chaos Spiritual Root contained every spiritual root attribute imaginable—and even those beyond imagination. If a single one was missing, it did not deserve the word "Chaos."
Such a spiritual root was one in ten thousand. It might not appear even once in a thousand years.
If we could keep him in the Profound Heaven Sect... The thought sprang into True Person Yu Qing's mind, and his eyes brightened. With proper guidance, if Gu Jingzhao could settle down and stay in the sect, he might one day become one of its pillars.
But on second thought, that would be difficult. The young man was too free-spirited to care even about