When he saw Xue Fuyao's true appearance and age, Wang Zheng took a long time to recover. With a wry smile, he said, "No wonder Elder Lingmu, who never takes disciples, chose to take you as his disciple."
"You seem very familiar with my master."
Xue Fuyao heard bitterness in Wang Zheng's voice, along with a trace of something different.
"To tell you the truth, my father once took me to the Yuanji Sect to seek medicine. That was when I met Elder Lingmu."
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
Xue Fuyao had been listening quietly, but when she heard Wang Zheng say "love at first sight," her eyes widened, and she stared at him in disbelief.
"You..."
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant."
Seeing that his words had been misunderstood, Wang Zheng hurriedly explained, "I must have chosen the wrong words, but I can't think of a more fitting description than love at first sight. In short, Elder Lingmu gave me a very different feeling. I admire him, and I hope to become someone like him."
"Unfortunately, because of the poison in my body, I still can't cultivate, even though I have a single spiritual root with a purity of ninety-eight percent."
"That really is a shame." Xue Fuyao looked at Wang Zheng sympathetically.
Although she knew he would eventually clear the poison from his body and become able to cultivate, that would not happen for several more years. Until then, he still had to endure the strange looks others gave him, not to mention that those looks had already followed him for more than twenty years.
"May I ask what spiritual root you have?" Xue Fuyao asked curiously.
"It's no secret. My spiritual root is a mutated spiritual root that developed from a wood