When Chu Xisheng entered Taihao Hall with Luo Hanzong, he distinctly sensed the white-robed elder's satisfaction and relief.
Chu Xisheng understood.
Luo Hanzong's aptitude for spell arts was first-rate. With his upper first-rank spell cultivation and thirty-sixth place on the Heavenly Ranking, he was qualified to lead any divine sect.
Had he not been a little poor, without a single decent divine treasure, and remained unable to condense a powerful true talisman Dao seed after entering the first rank because of the limitations of his inheritance, his position on the Heavenly Ranking would certainly not have stopped at thirty-sixth.
The crucial point was that such an accomplished spell cultivator was actually still a rogue cultivator, without any sect inheritance.
He was also young. Living another seven or eight hundred years would be no problem, enough to shelter the newborn Taiwei Enclosure through its most difficult years.
With someone to carry on Taiwei Enclosure's inheritance, how could its last sect master not feel satisfied and relieved?
He had struck a tremendous bargain-
Chu Xisheng led Luo Hanzong all the way to the white-robed elder's seat without the Three Emperors' Divine Eyes reacting at all.
Just as the two of them stepped onto the stairs together, the white-robed elder's divine soul abruptly left his body and manifested before his corpse.
He looked down at them with a solemn, imposing expression. The voice his divine soul produced rolled like thunder. "Please swear your oaths!"
Chu Xisheng's expression grew solemn, and he exchanged a glance with Luo Hanzong.
He cupped his hands first. "With the Divine Covenant Heavenly Stele as witness, I, Chu Xisheng, am willing to swear a Heart-Origin Great Oath. I shall do everything in my power to shelter Taiwei Enclosure for ten years and, within those ten years, help it train