"Eh, this man actually refused Yang Shuhui." Several monks who knew Yang Shuhui were somewhat surprised, as Yang Shuhui had a significant reputation in the Leiyu Gate of Fuzhou. There were few cultivators who caught her eye, and this one at the fourth layer of Condensed True realm, who had been favored, had actually refused.
"Quite high standards," remarked the woman with the veil over her face, who had been watching Ning Cheng from a distance, somewhat involuntarily.
With a slight smile, the middle-aged man beside her commented, "He has the qualifications. I estimate he's not even thirty yet. With that sort of ability, his spiritual root must be excellent. I didn't expect such a cultivator to emerge from a barren place like Ping Zhou."
The veiled woman chuckled lightly, "Uncle Tian, could it be that you want to recommend this person to the elders, so that he too might join our Unimpeded Sect?"
