"Hua Zhenchuan, what are you trying to do here? Feng Qing'an is considering resuming his quest to become a Daoist. Must he necessarily join your Star Lodging Sect? Other sects, including ours, have spiritual heritages that are no worse than yours, it's just that…."
"There are seventeen Da Luo Dharma seals in our Star Lodging Sect. If Feng Qing'an cannot find one that suits him among them, then your sect's Da Luo heritages must be unsuitable for him as well."
At this moment, Hua Qingyu seemed like a lioness protecting her cub and an orange cat defending its territory from invasion, hissing and showing her claws.
"How many?"
Feng Qing'an, listening from the side, was taken aback. If he remembered correctly, Xu Wutian's Da Luo heritage only consisted of two methods.
"Seventeen!"
