His eyes slightly turned, falling on Gu Yuan. Gu Yuan felt a sudden tightening of his skin, as if he was being seen through, and he became increasingly respectful:
"This is your disciple, right? His foundation is pure and stable, his talent and aptitude are good, his swordsmanship is commendable, and he's quite young. He's indeed a fine child."
"Such a good disciple, you wouldn't find many even if you searched all over Medicine King Mountain, you're really lucky to have found a treasure!"
The more he looked at Gu Yuan, the brighter True Monarch Withered Wood's eyes became, showing a touch of appreciation.
"Pardon me, Uncle Master, you've made me laugh."
He Ling True Master moved subtly to stand in front of Gu Yuan and said, "Uncle Master, you've come down the mountain this time. I wonder if the Sect Leader has any orders?"
"You cunning boy, are you afraid that I might snatch your disciple?"
