"I knew it. Bitter Bamboo was one of the ten supreme-grade innate spirit roots."
"How could it vanish completely so easily?"
A look of understanding crossed Tongtian's face.
Tongtian had already observed everything that had happened inside Gu Changqing's cave abode.
He had even heard every word of Hong Yun's exclamations.
Thus, Tongtian knew perfectly well that the wine Gu Changqing had brought out earlier was the true Bitter Bamboo Immortal Brew.
Yet Tongtian did not find this particularly surprising.
Instead, his eyes were filled with gratification.
This brat... really does have the makings of a sect leader.
Perhaps I should consider letting him take charge of the Interception Sect's future.
Only he can truly seize that glimmer of life for the Interception Sect.
Such thoughts were nothing short of earth-shattering.
A mighty Sage and sect leader was actually considering passing his position to his own disciple?
After all, beyond the Sages of the present age, no other Sages could possibly arise in the world.
Thus, in the eyes of all living beings, a Sage's lineage would inevitably remain under a Sage's command, enduring throughout eternity.
Of course, for the other Sages' lineages, that was indeed the case.
But not for the Interception Sect!
Tongtian firmly believed that, given time, Gu Changqing would find proving the Dao of Primordial Unity as easy as turning his hand.
Even with him at the helm, the prestige of a Sage's lineage would not be diminished.
More importantly, as he witnessed Gu Changqing's rise firsthand, one thought had emerged.
It had grown ever clearer in Tongtian's mind.
Throughout all history, only Gu Changqing could break convention and defy the heavenly mandate time and again like this.
Was this not precisely "the one that escaped" that the Interception Sect sought?
Or rather, Gu Changqing himself