"Old Qiu, I need to ask you a favour. If it doesn't go well for me during the Mount Hua competition, could you take care of my disciple for me? His name is Ren Feifan! He has a godly potential, and it'd be such a pity if he died young!"
Qiu Qing Shui squinted his eyes, this was the first time in their decades-long friendship that he'd ever heard such praise from the usually stringent Daoist.
'Godly potential, a life that must not end prematurely!
This evaluation was weighty indeed!
What sort of person could have won such high praise from the typically hard-to-please Daoist?
"Didn't you swear off accepting disciples over a decade ago? Is this young man so exceptional that you've broken your vow?"
Qiu Qing Shui teased.
Daoist sighed heavily, "Actually, I took advantage of the situation. Despite my considerable cultivation, I probably can't teach him much. However, this kid has the greatest potential I've ever seen."