I'll Borrow a Disciple

It doesn't have to be our Hyeonjin Sect.

Hyunheo Zhenren's voice rang out through the gathered hall.

He shifted slightly toward Baek Cheong, unable to hide his satisfaction.

"The eye that can read formation glyphs at a glance is a natural gift worth more than a mountain of gold. Even if you don't join Hyeonjin Sect, what of it? You are surely a prodigy for the ages, destined to leave your mark on the formation world as a formation master."

There was no praise more lavish than that.

And he had poured it out openly in front of so many people.

Everyone present was left speechless.

He was the sect master of the mysterious Hyeonjin Sect and a Nascent Soul grandmaster.

Yet such a heavyweight was lavishing praise on Yeonha Baek Clan's genius.

All around the hall, only the sound of dry swallows could be heard...