Evening.
The Heavenly Origin Hall of the Feather God Sect.
A white-haired elder sat quietly cross-legged. He was thin, with the bearing of an immortal sage. Streams of multicolored light revolved around him, and waves of gentle power radiated from his body like the sunlight of early morning.
"Master." The Red Spirit Venerable bowed slightly to the elder.
This elder was the Red Spirit Venerable's master, the Heavenly Origin Divine Venerable, one of the Feather God Sect's five great leaders. Unlike the others, the Heavenly Origin Divine Venerable rarely involved himself in the sect's internal struggles, always maintaining a neutral stance.
He was loyal only to the sect master and supported whoever held that position. The Heavenly Origin Divine Venerable controlled no faction and had only thirty-six disciples, yet no one would overlook his presence.
"What brings you to me, my disciple?" the elder asked calmly, his voice echoing throughout the hall.
"Master, today I discovered two exceptional talents, one with a ninth-grade heavenly spiritual root and the other with an eighth-grade heavenly spiritual root. Both have excellent comprehension. They grasped the Flame of the Spirit on the spot when I taught it today."
"Oh? A ninth-grade heavenly spiritual root? That is rare indeed." The elder opened his eyes slightly, a trace of interest entering his voice.
"Master, would you like to meet them?"
The Red Spirit Venerable knew that his master had deep affection for the Feather God Sect and had always cherished its talented disciples.
"There is no need, though they are worth observing. Also, warn the great families not to set their sights on this boy." The elder pondered briefly but ultimately declined.
"As you command."
"Does Master have any other instructions? If not, this disciple will take his leave." Having finished his report, the Red Spirit