His gaze turned to Jiang Ye,
"Raise your head."
At his words, Jiang Ye slowly raised her head, her gaze gradually moving upward. The moment she saw those shoes patterned with golden lines, she immediately stopped.
A minor cultivator at Late Qi Refinement?
For a moment, he was surprised. He stretched out a hand, his fingertips continuously calculating.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed. A trace of astonishment flashed through his black pupils. He glanced at Jiang Ye, then continued his divination.
He actually could not see through Jiang Ye's future. He had only seen such a hexagram on a few people, and every one of them had been blessed with immense fortune.
Yet those blessed with immense fortune all carried golden threads of destiny, and he had sensed none on her.
His lips pressed together slightly. He joined the index and middle fingers of his right hand, raised them, and swept them across his eyes. Golden light immediately shone from his gaze.
Golden starlight swirled within his pupils.
Jiang Ye's body stiffened, as though she had been locked onto.
Jiang Ye's reflection appeared in his eyes. Her aura was pure, untainted by any other impurities. There was only one possibility for this—her heart was pure, and her mind encompassed all living beings.
"What Spiritual Roots do you possess?"
He asked.
"Five-Element Mixed Spiritual Root."
Jiang Ye replied.
So she did not possess the Light-and-Dark Spiritual Root. He had only ever seen such a pure aura on those people.
After pondering for a moment, he raised a hand to stroke his beard. A strand of pale purple spiritual power flew toward Fu Yao.
An uncertain factor like this should stay at his side, just like his little disciple.
"Stay."
Fu Yao caught it with both hands. The spiritual power landed in her