A Ling was badly startled by the sudden gathering of ice around them and nearly screamed, but she reacted swiftly, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep herself from crying out...
Seeing how quickly A Ling reacted, Ye Han's gaze shifted slightly, revealing a trace of satisfaction. Although she had four spirit roots, just as he had when he first started, that was considered extremely poor in ordinary cultivator sects, earning it the name false immortal root...
In ordinary cultivator sects, people like her found cultivation exceedingly difficult, and most sects would not accept them as disciples.
But from the perspective of Ye Han's cultivation, the grade of someone's spirit roots no longer mattered. To put it plainly, even if someone were a mortal, once his cultivation was high enough, he had plenty of ways to give them spirit roots...
It all depended on whether that mortal was worth the effort Ye Han would have to expend to help them acquire spirit roots. In his eyes, a person's mental fortitude and alertness were what mattered most...
Naturally, those qualities alone would not make Ye Han go out of his way to help someone just because he had nothing better to do. A Ling had saved him, and that counted as lending him a hand. He had no desire to dwell on her motives. Another thing that greatly pleased him was that when A Ling saved him, she had discovered the treasures on him but had not greedily taken them for herself. Instead, she had helped bury them...
This little girl was so very much like him. Given all this, Ye Han had already made his decision.
However, although the cultivator streaking across the sky seemed to be merely a Golden Core Stage cultivator, Ye Han sensed something unusual. The