Shi Hao felt little resistance to He Mu's invitation. Instead, he seemed thoughtful, weighing the advantages and disadvantages in his heart.
He was not surprised that a mighty senior would take an interest in him. After all, his aptitude truly made him a fine talent, a piece of beautiful jade. Hadn't even the Willow Deity taken the initiative to guide his cultivation back then?
That was talent!
Although Shi Hao never prided himself on his talent, he never denied that his aptitude was indeed exceptional. From the outset, he had been destined to lead the majority and stand among the tiny handful at the very top of the world.
Thus, Shi Hao was not surprised that a mighty senior would see his talent and want to recruit him.
Still, Shi Hao felt that whatever he ultimately decided, he first had to learn something about this senior's background and ways.
So he boldly asked, showing no trace of stage fright.
"Senior, do you want to take me as your disciple? Then surely you should tell me where you hail from and where your cultivation grounds are?"
Shi Hao's question was sincere. He really was rather curious. After all, the Daoist before him spoke in an extraordinarily grand tone. In his words, sect leaders amounted to little, and even the Imperial Clan hardly merited his regard. It made one wonder just what his cultivation was and which sect he came from, to speak so freely.
Shi Hao was even muttering inwardly.
Could he be the legendary sect leader of the Supreme Hall? Or some secluded, forbidden mighty figure? Surely he couldn't be any weaker than an Imperial Clan ancestor?
"Not so. I am a disciple of the Daoist School, and my sect naturally inherits the Daoist School's teachings. We have no connection