Was it because he had handed over 2,000 Spirit Stones?
Or because Old Cao had eaten his roast chicken?
A mighty Nascent Soul cultivator would not truly be swayed by such things. Everyone had a reason for what they did; even taking a shit was because you wanted to shit. You would not squat by the roadside and take a shit for no reason when you had no urge to shit.
And what was Old Cao's reason for doing this?
Naturally, it was—
To cultivate an unparalleled spellcaster!
Perhaps an unparalleled sword cultivator alone could not shatter the shackles, but what if an unparalleled spellcaster were added to the mix?
If he had not guessed wrong, Old Cao was the Great Xia Kingdom's Imperial Preceptor.
Chen Qiu stood where he was in silence, saying nothing. Whether the truth was really so or not, he could confirm one thing: there were definitely things about him that Old Cao did not know, such as... his Rainbow Traits.
Only then did he gaze out at the sea and softly say, "Didn't you say you had met the Imperial Preceptor? Tell me more about him."
"Mm..."
Scholar furrowed his brow tightly. After pondering for a while, he recalled, "The Imperial Preceptor is a very young-looking man, but he has existed for a long time, as though he has never aged. His skin is very tender, but his pupils are murky, without even a trace of a young person's clarity."
"He looks like an old man, and his methods are seasoned too. He does not seem young at all."
"He also has a White Trait called Nonsense Trait. The more people he deceives, the faster his cultivation rises."
"Heh."
Chen Qiu merely chuckled without speaking. That made everything line up.
Those murky pupils were inevitable.