It turned out that the boy was named Xie Gu, and the girl Xie Li.
The girl was still young and had little concept of death. Her fear at the time had come from a human instinctive awareness of her surroundings.
So when she asked Su Jiu why her grandmother had not come with them, Su Jiu told her that her grandmother had gone somewhere far away.
At that answer, the boy's eyes reddened further, and a bone-deep hatred shone in them.
After examining the boy's constitution, Su Jiu had a vague suspicion that his grandfather might have possessed the same constitution.
Admittedly, people with a pure yang body enjoyed an exceptional advantage in cultivation, but even that was not enough to allow someone who had lost his primal yang to reach Foundation Establishment within ten years.
Yes, the little girl before her had just told her that, according to her grandmother, her grandfather had disappeared ten years ago.
Even Qin Ming, a born Sword Dao genius, had cultivated for thirteen years before reaching Foundation Establishment. How could Xie Liang, a married man, have cultivated faster than Qin Ming?
That left only two possibilities. The first was that he had consumed Heavenly Spiritual Treasures. At that thought, Su Jiu could not help scoffing. Would Sect Leader Li give Heavenly Spiritual Treasures to a disciple she had taken in halfway through his life? Su Jiu did not believe it.
As for the second possibility, he had strayed from the righteous path.
A month flew by in the blink of an eye.
On this day, the Heavenly Origin Hall was utterly quiet. The Sect Master and the various elders sat above, while the personal disciples, true disciples, and other disciples stood below.
There were already far fewer personal disciples than true disciples,