Atop the main summit of Azure Cloud Peak, two Daoists, one old and one young, sat on the ground.
The old Daoist's words flowed like a cascading river, countless profound characters of Dao Script circulating between them. The young Daoist opposite him listened in rapture, utterly immersed in the ocean of the Dao the old Daoist expounded.
Half an acre of celebratory clouds churned overhead, the countless characters of Dao Script pouring into them. Each character that entered added another trace of Dao resonance to the clouds already roiling with Dark-Yellow Qi.
The two were Dongxu Zi and Zhao Qiansun.
As Dongxu Zi continued his lecture, a trace of appreciation flashed through his eyes as he watched Zhao Qiansun, who was absorbed in his teachings.
This disciple, who had come to him midway yet shared no formal master-disciple relationship with him, possessed talent no less remarkable than that of the monsters on Little Mountain Peak.
Given time, this young man would surely become one of the most dazzling heaven-blessed talents between Heaven and Earth!
Yet Zhao Qiansun, originally only a rogue cultivator, had never undergone systematic cultivation.
During his time in the Azure Cloud Sect, he had been like a sponge, constantly absorbing all manner of knowledge, refusing nothing and incorporating everything into his understanding.
He constantly reinforced his originally somewhat loose Dao foundation.
Although his cultivation had not increased, Zhao Qiansun could feel his strength changing almost every day.
Toward the Azure Cloud Sect's Sect Master before him, who willingly imparted everything he knew despite their lack of a formal master-disciple relationship, Zhao Qiansun felt indescribable gratitude.
Already a smooth talker, Zhao Qiansun had spent these days visiting all twelve peaks of the Azure Cloud Sect. By speaking a human's language to humans and a ghost's language to ghosts,