Staring at Li Nangua in front of him, Tong Huan couldn't help but recall the scene when he'd first brought her up the mountain.
He'd always thought highly of Li Nangua.
There aren't many Foundation Establishment seeds out there.
As a guide, he wasn't one to just wait in the sect for talented disciples to show up on their own; he had to travel far and wide, seeking out prodigies.
This was the long-standing tradition of Fuyun Mountain—Fuyun's way to survive in the Spirit Realm.
Some sects that once stood shoulder to shoulder with Fuyun Mountain, or even surpassed it, have vanished into the river of time, while Fuyun persists, precisely because of traditions like this.
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" Tong Huan looked at Li Nangua.
"I'll do what Chang'sheng says."
Li Nangua replied.
Before Tong Huan could answer, Lu Chang'sheng spoke up: "Fellow Daoist Tong, Nangua has wasted decades here. If Fuyun Mountain truly valued her, would it really be like this?"
