Come to think of it, that dragon really would do something like that.
Was it really that he didn't want to take a disciple? Yonglu Mountain had plainly hit the jackpot! To Tang Ji, it was no different from waiting by a tree stump for a rabbit to run into it.
Wen Xu's origins were no secret among the Five Major Sects, so Tang Ji knew them too. In fact, when news came two years ago that Yonglu Mountain's Dragon Venerable had taken a disciple, he had been stunned. Now that he had seen the promising young talent for himself, he only regretted not storming Yonglu Mountain back then to snatch him away.
"Lord Jun probably didn't know Wen Xu existed at the time."
How could that be? Mist Mountain God Venerable wondered. "Did the boy come from an Aristocratic Clan or the countryside?"
Tang Ji shook his head. "Neither. You may not believe it, but he stumbled into the Cultivation Realm from the Mortal Realm—and the place he stumbled into was the Cloud-Breaking Secret Realm, where Yonglu Mountain was selecting new disciples."
Mist Mountain God Venerable fell into a strange silence. After a long while, he said, "We have so many secret realms. Why has a pie never fallen from the sky for us?"
Tang Ji: ...You do realize that's a pie falling from the sky.
But when fate brought people together, that was heaven's will. After hearing how this Wind Spiritual Root genius had come to Yonglu Mountain, Mist Mountain God Venerable felt a little better. Opportunities, after all, could not be forced.
All right, he did not feel that much better.
Wushan would not claim to know Cheng Wei inside out, but he understood him well enough. Jun Zhaoying had to find a suitable disciple to pass