Wei Ji laughed when he heard Chu Xuan's words. "Those children are all from the Southern Wilderness. Sect Leader, you're from the Southern Wilderness too, right? Perhaps you know some of them."
Chu Xuan's interest was piqued.
At once, Bai Jinkun swiftly ran down to bring the child up to the stage.
The chubby-faced boy was clearly startled that he was being brought up before the elders. Though Chu Xuan and the others had concealed their Nascent Soul auras, the pressure from their decisiveness and authority still made the child struggle to breathe.
Chu Xuan smiled kindly. "Child, what's your name, and where do you come from?"
The boy blinked his big eyes, awkwardly bowing before he replied seriously, "Reporting to the Sect Leader, my name is Huang Feihu, from the Huang family of White Water City, Wu Province, Southern Wilderness."
Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Some distant memories surfaced in his mind.
"The Huang family... Who's your ancestor?" he suddenly asked.
Huang Feihu respectfully answered, "My ancestor's name is Huang An, a Foundation Establishment cultivator."
Wei Ji and the others couldn't help but chuckle at the response.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator. In the eyes of a mortal child, such a title could easily be considered a "great cultivator."
Chu Xuan nodded slightly.
No wonder the boy's face seemed familiar. Now that he thought about it, he could see the resemblance. Huang Feihu looked almost exactly like Huang An.
Huang An had once been his subordinate, gathering intelligence and aiding him considerably. Later, Chu Xuan sent him some Foundation Establishment materials, unintentionally giving Huang An an opportunity to rise again.
"So, how is Huang An now?" Chu Xuan asked.
Huang Feihu's gaze dimmed slightly. "Ancestor... He passed away of old age some time ago. However, Ancestor worked hard throughout his life, cultivating many cultivators. Our Huang family in Baishui City is now a Foundation Establishment family!"
Chu Xuan nodded thoughtfully.
It had been an unintentional gesture, just giving Huang An a chance. Yet, Huang An had managed to revitalize himself, producing many descendants, despite his old age. Truly, the old steed never forgets its ambition.
But, of course, Huang An had grown old. Even after reaching the Foundation Establishment, his life expectancy wasn't long.
It was rare for cultivators of higher realms to live out their full natural lifespan, despite their strength. The phrase "passed away of old age" meant something quite different in their world.
"What's your talent?" Chu Xuan asked casually.
"Reporting to the Sect Leader, I have a top-grade Earth Spiritual Root," Huang Feihu said earnestly.
Chu Xuan smiled and nodded. "Very good. With such a talent, if Huang An is watching from beyond, he will surely be pleased. Go now, train well, and don't disappoint the spirit of your ancestor in the afterlife."
"Yes!" Huang Feihu replied excitedly, his head bobbing eagerly.
This was the Sect Leader of the prestigious Heavenly Infinite Sect, personally praising him. He couldn't believe it. He would certainly cultivate diligently and make his ancestor proud, contributing to the sect's greatness!
Wei Ji and the others didn't say much.
They were all clever people and could tell that Huang An had been an old acquaintance of Chu Xuan. Calling Huang Feihu up and asking a few questions was nothing more than a casual gesture.
But, since there was this bit of old friendship involved, Huang Feihu's future in Heavenly Infinite Sect would likely go smoothly. No one would intentionally make things difficult for him. freewebnσvel.cѳm
Bai Jinkun's eyes flickered as he spoke up, "Sect Leader, this child is quite promising. I'd like to take him under my wing."
Chu Xuan smiled. "Alright, then. I'll leave him to you."
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