The Lord of Ten Thousand Miles, Jiang Yunfeng, had actually volunteered to take a true disciple?
Although he already had Sun Zhuo under his tutelage, Sun Zhuo was, after all, a genuine elite who had won the Sect Grand Tournament years ago. Even then, Jiang Yunfeng had tried every excuse to turn him down.
Everyone still remembered how picky and reluctant he had been when he returned a few years ago to fulfill his obligation to take a disciple for the first time.
No one had expected that, five years later, with his cultivation higher and his reputation greater, Jiang Yunfeng would instead become less particular.
No, it was not that he had become less particular. He had truly recognized someone's potential.
That person had to be a heaven-blessed genius. Otherwise, there was no way he could have caught the Lord of Ten Thousand Miles' discerning eye!
At that thought, everyone grew even more curious.
As Earth Rank Experts, they were all reserved and proud. Although everyone wanted good disciples-ones who, beyond fulfilling their obligations, could inherit their lineage's supreme arts and carry them to greater heights, a thousand times better than taking in mediocrities-they had traveled the world for years and seen countless elites and geniuses. Their standards had long since become frighteningly high.
Even if the disciples competing in the Sect Grand Tournament before them reached the final eight and delivered dazzling performances, they might not move these experts. With the tournament only at the final thirty-two, how could he have reached a conclusion already?
Who could have moved Jiang Yunfeng in so little time, making him decide to take a disciple and even announce it ahead of everyone else?
They all knew that his earlier remark had not been an arrow shot without a target. He had