Chen Cuo cupped his hands in return and asked, "I haven't yet asked your names."
The black-haired elder smiled. "My name is Sheng. Those who come here call me Elder Sheng."
The white-haired elder beside him said, "My name is Shuai. You may call me Elder Shuai."
Those names weren't very auspicious.
With that thought, Chen Cuo said, "You two must know why I came. What I experienced just now was rewarding, but it was incidental. I came to read cultivation texts. I hope you'll allow me to do so."
Elder Sheng smiled. "No hurry. What is meant for you won't be denied you. But first, I have a few questions."
Chen Cuo had no reason to refuse.
Elder Sheng asked, "When you pushed open the door, not a trace of the scent of books clung to you as you crossed the threshold. Then you faced the river of history. Rather than lose yourself in the past, you decisively cut through it. How did you do that?"
Chen Cuo did not conceal it. "Before I came, I grasped a little of the essence of a Divine Ability. That was why it went so smoothly."
"A Divine Ability, just as I thought!" Elder Sheng seemed unsurprised. "It had to be. At your level, no matter how gifted you were, you could hardly have managed that otherwise. But the fact that you developed such a Divine Ability shows that your Dao Heart and Dao Foundation are extraordinary. What sort of Divine Ability can sever even the accumulated weight of history?"
Chen Cuo only smiled.
"A Divine Ability lies at the root of a cultivator. There's no need to pry," Elder Shuai said, looking at Chen Cuo. "Your Divine Ability is of no low order, my lord. When you first came to the