In an instant, various spells flashed across the area outside the hall. The sounds of explosions and shouting filled the air, lively and chaotic, much like a market square brawl. Li Qiu thought with helpless resignation: It seems Li Zhuo truly is gifted with extraordinary talent. To take him as a disciple, these seniors have completely cast aside their dignified airs. Still, this is for the best. With his second brother looked after in the future, he himself will have no further worries.
Yet within the entire sect, no one was more furious than the sect leader Yuanzhen. When he originally heard his junior sister's message that a disciple with a fire spiritual root had appeared and instructed him to send someone to fetch the boy immediately, he had merely assumed it was an ordinary talented recruit. Who could have expected that his junior sister would use a Myriad-Mile Talisman? Such a talisman was rarely used unless one faced mortal danger or the sect stood on the brink of destruction. Moreover, the importance of a fire spiritual root to the Qingmu Sect was self-evident: fire-type spells countered wood-type spells, and although the sect had disciples who practiced fire-type arts, their cultivation levels were far from ideal. Now that a fire spiritual root disciple had been found by the sect—and judging by Yuanmie's actions during the spiritual root test moments ago—there was no longer any doubt that their previous speculation about his junior sister going so far as to use a M…
Chapter 93