"Huh?" The anticipation and sincerity on Mu Ye's face froze instantly, turning into shock and disbelief.
The Body Sect, the sect with the deepest understanding of the human body on the entire continent, had pooled its whole strength and poured over ten thousand years of painstaking effort into its research without producing a genius like this. And now they were telling him the boy had cultivated on his own?
Then what did their sect's ten thousand years of research amount to? Had they simply not worked hard enough? Or could the gulf in talent truly be vast enough to inspire such despair?
Mu Ye felt as though he had just heard the most poorly conceived joke imaginable. Yet although Leng Yaozhu looked a little embarrassed, there was no sign she was lying. Looking at Shen Xi, he saw the same helpless yet proud expression of "my child really is rather independent." Xu Qingjia himself sat there quietly, his eyes clear, neither confirming nor denying anything, as though they were discussing something that had nothing to do with him.
But if that really was the case-how could he explain the aura of that boy's body, flawless and complete, as though it had been hammered and tempered a thousand times? Although he had not examined him personally, his research into the body allowed him to discern at least some of it.
What a perfect work of art!
Could there truly be a darling of the Great Dao in this world, born with a naturally perfected body?
Mu Ye took his leave. The Xu Family had not slighted him; their hospitality had been impeccable. Yet that invisible distance, and the absence of an answer, left him feeling hollow inside.
It was time to keep pushing A Ruheng harder!
Xu Qingjia had no intention