"This... Great-Grandfather, what do you think? Should I take him as my master?"
Wang Anye's adorable little face was tinged with hesitation and confusion.
After all, he had been happily attending Clan School today, swimming through the sea of knowledge—only to be suddenly grabbed by his great-grandfather and made to jump off a cliff...
And now, out of nowhere, this remnant soul had appeared and said he wanted to take him as a disciple...
Though a Storage Ring that could talk did sound very tempting, it all felt far too sudden. He still had to ask his great-grandfather's opinion.
Wang Shouzhe pondered briefly and looked at Ji Wuchen. Though old, the man carried himself with the air of an immortal and did not seem like one of the wicked path. But these days, there were plenty who looked righteous and dignified on the outside while their hearts were black as ink. One could not draw conclusions based on appearances alone.
Especially old monsters like this who had lived for one or two thousand years—if they wanted to put on an extraordinary bearing, it could not be easier.
Wang Shouzhe did not judge people by appearance, but it would indeed be a pity to let such a fine opportunity slip away. Better to investigate him first.
He immediately asked, "Senior Ji, what was your cultivation level at your strongest?"
"Late Divine Ability Realm, eighth level." Ji Wuchen was taken aback, but still answered truthfully. "This old man is more skilled in swordsmanship and formations, and has mastered a method of cultivating sword formations. It allows the weak to strike the strong, and the few to stand against the many."
"What caused you to perish here?" Wang Shouzhe pressed.
"That is a long story..." At the mention of it, Ji Wuchen's expression