"…Huh? Are you the one who wanted to join the Shu Mountain Sect but got rejected because your roots were too poor? I seem to remember hearing something about that…"
Luo Yinglong looked at the sword-stepping man before him with genuine surprise, not feigned but truly expressed, for he had heard from his sect about another from a different world who had sought apprenticeship. Unfortunately, that person was of impure blood, not of their kind, so the sect dismissed him citing issues with his roots. If not for that, the cycling world might have seen the emergence of a second legitimate cultivator.
