Xuan Zi left the rear of the stands alone. His figure flickered several times before disappearing into a dark alley in the outer city of the Ming Capital.
He stopped, leaned against a brick wall, and rubbed his cheeks hard.
He had agreed readily enough just now, but finding a living vessel with peerless aptitude would be anything but easy.
Young people with even a little talent were, if not known throughout the world, at least rising stars with names of their own in their respective regions.
Such people were often tied to a tangled web of families and sects. They were not stray cats and dogs he could simply pick up by the roadside.
With his strength, capturing one would indeed be easy. Ensuring that his crime never came to light afterward, however, would be harder than scaling the heavens.
Xuan Zi raised his head and looked toward the Sect Assembly's main venue, from which faint thunderous sounds drifted in the distance.
At present, nearly every sect of any standing on the continent had gathered in the Ming Capital. Almost all their outstanding disciples under twenty-five had shown their faces here.
If he chose someone from among them, their aptitude might satisfy the Sea God's requirements.
But if he dared act in this Ming Capital, where fish and dragons mingled, and the matter came to light-even if he left behind the slightest thread of evidence-Shrek Academy's spotless reputation, built over ten thousand years, would truly be destroyed by his own hands.
The continent's foremost academy, secretly abducting another sect's genius to seize their body through an evil art?
Although he had repeatedly called it a Holy Spirit Cult method earlier, on closer reflection, it was still unknown whether the Holy Spirit Cult had ever used such a possession technique.