Time passed quickly. By the time Chu Mojin finished recounting this part of the past, it was already deep into the night.
Although Su Jiu had long known that the old man who once guarded the Library Pavilion was the Fourth Elder she had never met in her previous life, she had never imagined he had such a story behind him.
A hundred years ago, the Fourth Elder had a grandson named Sun Dongdong, whose aptitude was outstanding: a wind spirit root with ninety-percent aptitude. For a time, no one in the sect could rival his prominence, and he grew up surrounded by every indulgence and favor. His instruction was primarily entrusted to the Fourth Elder's Senior Disciple.
Single spirit roots were already rare in this world, and mutated single spirit roots were rarer still. One could say that Sun Dongdong had scarcely encountered a setback in his entire life.
But many people overlooked one thing: Sun Dongdong's character. At some point, he began growing increasingly arrogant and spoiled. Never mind Outer Gate disciples-even Inner Gate Disciples would be beaten and berated if anything they did displeased him in the slightest. He was clever enough, however, to do all this behind his elders' backs.
The disciples he bullied had nowhere to seek redress and could only endure in silence. Their endurance only fanned the flames of Sun Dongdong's arrogance.
Yet however willful and spoiled he was, Sun Dongdong's talent was undeniable. He learned everything extremely quickly, and before long, the sect's arts and sword formulas could no longer hold much interest for him.
Then, during a training expedition, he killed a Heretical Cultivator. After killing him, Sun Dongdong did not destroy his Storage Bag, but secretly kept it instead. The Azure Tide Sect had stood for ten thousand years, and