Master Xuanyao's gaze upon Wang Luoqiu grew more and more satisfied the longer he looked, to the point that he could hardly bear to look away.
In the less than two hundred years since he had attained the Purple Mansion Realm, he had naturally taken in two or three exceptionally gifted disciples. At the same age, their cultivation had even been higher than Wang Luoqiu's.
But firstly, they were already too old and unsuited for an occasion like this. Secondly, when they had been young, they might not necessarily have possessed Wang Luoqiu's indomitable heart for the imperial path.
High talent was a good thing, but the heart of a strong warrior was equally important.
"Master Changchun." Master Xuanyao looked at Master Changchun and could not resist showing off again. "Does this disciple of mine still catch your eye, High Person?"
"Judging by her appearance, she indeed possesses extraordinary bearing. To have such cultivation at such a young age, as well as such composure in the face of favor or disgrace, is truly rare." Master Changchun assessed her fairly. "If she can maintain this momentum, the path to becoming a Celestial will not stop her. She may even qualify to make a bid for the Purple Mansion Realm."
"Hahaha~ The Purple Mansion Realm is far too distant. The road of the strong begins beneath one's feet; she still has a long way to go." Master Xuanyao gave a solemnly humble response.
Unfortunately, the pride in his eyes stripped those words of all persuasiveness.
"Let us two old fellows watch how the children bloom brilliantly today. Come, come~ This is the rare spirit tea produced by my Xiaoyao Peak—'Xiaoyao Immortal.'"
As he spoke, Master Xuanyao took out chairs, a table, tea utensils, and an entire set of other items.
Most miraculously,