"You’ve been cultivating here. Have you ever acknowledged someone as your master?" Qin Sang folded the letter and studied Tan Yi'en as he asked.0

Tan Yi'en instantly realized what Qin Sang meant. Suppressing his excitement, he answered, "I was guided by my father in the past. Because my aptitude was dull, and I feared that joining another sect without any foundation would get me sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder, I’ve been hiding at Yinshan Stronghold, cultivating on my own…"0

"Your talent is not bad. You may yet have a chance to form a core. I happen to lack a capable hand by my side. Would you be willing to follow me?" Qin Sang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his tone calm.0

He had only recently returned to Small Cold Domain and had no one at his side to help with mundane affairs. Since he had already developed the idea of establishing...0