Qin Huai wondered if the emperor had remembered incorrectly or if there was something unusual about his cultivation technique. The idea of immortality seemed too fantastical.
"Sadly, the difficulty of cultivating the sacred heart technique is incredibly high," the emperor explained. "The Sacred Heart sect never had many disciples. In fact, in my time, it even dwindled to just one disciple…
"However, this group possesses remarkable combat strength. Their bodies are formidable, their vitality and blood strong... They're also highly skilled in being persistent. If anyone offends the Sacred Heart sect, they might not live in peace for decades."
The emperor held his forehead, his expression suggesting he was recalling a distressing memory.
"However, this fellow's aura…it seems a bit odd," the emperor pondered, rubbing his chin.