Jiang Yang had considered establishing a peak, founding a lineage, and passing on his tradition. But his own tradition was hardly suited to being handed down, while the Yi Wood Tradition had First Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Brother to inherit it. It was not his place.
Besides, taking disciples depended on personal affinity. Forcing himself to accept someone without talent would not do either, so he had muddled through these years without committing one way or the other.
At first, the disciples outside had hoped the newly advanced True Person might take one or two of them. But three to five years passed without so much as a whisper, and their hopes gradually deflated.
"What do you have in mind, Martial Uncle?"
Rather than answering immediately, Jiang Yang passed the question back.
For once, Xuan Di found himself at a loss. He stroked his long beard and sighed.
"I really have run out of ways to arrange everyone these past years. This time, Martial Nephew Jiang, you must at least take a disciple or two and share some of your martial uncle's burdens."
It was not easy for him either. He had to coordinate every side.
Being a carefree True Person was easy; being a Sect Leader who could dance deftly with long sleeves was hard!
Jiang Yang listened quietly. His martial uncle, the Sect Leader, seldom asked anyone for help. Now that he had spoken, Jiang Yang could hardly refuse, whether out of sentiment or reason.
After a little consideration, he said:
"The sect has nurtured and supported me, so sharing its burdens is naturally my duty. However... let me see the children first."
Jiang Yang left himself some room. If they turned out to be crooked melons and cracked dates, accepting them would harm both himself and