Yu Zhuo Hong wanted to fabricate more about the relationship between Chan He Sect and Xiao Hua, but she also knew that paper could not wrap up fire. Chan He Sect's foundation was not enough for them to rely especially heavily on Xiao Hua; in the future, what Chan He Sect could depend on even more would still be Luoxian Sect. Thus, she had already reported this to Liu Han Huan when she left. Now, she did not particularly conceal anything either. With a sigh, she said, "Alas, to speak honestly, even our Chan He Sect does not know Senior Zhang's origins! However, because a disciple of our Chan He Sect formed a bond with Senior Zhang when he emerged from seclusion, Senior Zhang has shown our Chan He Sect exceptional favor..."
As Yu Zhuo Hong explained, Huang Xu gradually came to understand. Inwardly, he could not help cursing Chan He Sect's damned luck. Yet when he heard that Xiao Hua had actually selected disciples based on "spiritual roots," and had even produced a method for distinguishing spiritual roots, his body shook. His swiftly flying figure halted in midair, and he cried out, "Elder Yu, is... is what you said true?"
"Of course!" Yu Zhuo Hong said proudly. "I even brought this Spiritual Root selection technique to the Xie Hong Mountain auction venue for auction. How could it possibly be fake?"
"Foolishness!" Huang Xu rebuked. "How could you take such an immortal art to an auction venue?"
But after speaking, Huang Xu came to his senses again and hurriedly changed his words. "Oh, Elder Yu, my apologies! This old man was the foolish one! Luoxian Sect has been troubled for all these years over selecting disciples, suffering because we could not find a method. Now that I have suddenly heard