Following the direction of the finger, Wu Cheng'en quickly picked out the honest-looking boy.
No matter how he looked at him, the boy seemed utterly ordinary. But since Martial Uncle Qing Yang had spoken, there had to be something "special" about him.
How could Martial Uncle Qing Yang's judgment possibly be wrong?!
"Understood!"
Whatever he thought inwardly, Wu Cheng'en immediately cupped his hands in a solemn salute.
He promptly turned and murmured a few words to a Foundation Establishment steward beside him, then stood to one side with his hands lowered, awaiting orders.
Thanks to the legacy his father had left behind, the Wu lineage enjoyed considerable favor with Liu Yu and held a relatively high position within Qing Yang's faction.
Even among Foundation Establishment stewards, some held higher standing than others.
The Foundation Establishment early-stage steward accepted his orders, silently bowed deeply to the Golden Core elders, then flew down on his magical artifact.
"..."
After several breaths of silence, Liu Yu lingered no longer. With a wave of his hand, the flying boat set off again.
Given his current status and the influence of Qing Yang's faction, even an ordinary word of praise was enough to change an ordinary cultivator's fate, perhaps even sending them soaring straight into the clouds.
Even without special attention, someone with the most ordinary aptitude could become an inner disciple and receive focused training from the sect without difficulty.
If this descendant proved worth nurturing, Liu Yu would not mind lending him another casual hand for the sake of their shared bloodline. Becoming a true disciple of the sect was not out of the question.
Naturally, he had no intention of acknowledging their relationship or establishing a lineage himself.
Whoosh, whoosh~
The flying boat slowly threaded through the mountains as Liu Yu silently