Yan Meng now understood Mo Xie by a little bit, he nods his head and commented: "To think that my strength of the heart is but too weak."
Mo Xie smiled, he then thought of something; 'I've yet to take in disciples myself...'
He then looked at Yan Meng and compared the one that he took a liking a few months ago; 'He's the Sword Emperor, right? Although he's not bad, he's not that good either, but with the level of spiritual energy in this place, it's acceptable.'
He looked at Yan Meng from head to toe; 'This one is built for the Dao of Pills while that sword kid is focused solely on the Dao of Sword yet he's extremely gifted with claw weapons, but then, compared to the talents of true geniuses, they merely look like fodders.'
Still, these two are the epitome of talent within this place.
