Within the Eastern Province.
The Mortal Realm, Great Zhou Dynasty.
Above a cloud-layer atop a plaza in the Imperial Capital.
Chu Yuan looked down upon the crowd flooding the plaza below as he searched with his System, scanning each person one by one.
To Chu Yuan's disappointment, he had not found the kind of disciple he was searching for.
Of these passersby, ninety-nine percent were ordinary, with potential to succeed.
One percent possessed various remarkable physiques and innate talents.
None of these were Chu Yuan's targets.
Chu Yuan sighed deeply, out of options.
Finding the destined disciple was clearly a matter of luck.
"Ao Yu, Xi Er, let's go."
Chu Yuan waved his hand gently, not intending to stay any longer.
Since none of these people were his target, there was no point in lingering.
"Alright."
Ao Yu and Su Xi naturally had no objections and nodded in agreement.
Just as Chu Yuan was about to turn and leave,
A rustling sound suddenly reached his ears.
