“What?”

Tu Fang’s words startled everyone, including Long Chen.

His intuition told him that this serious old man was definitely a powerful expert.

Furthermore, he could also sense that this man was extremely upright and trustworthy. All of the others were trying to pull him into their sects, but only he had yet to say anything.

That had piqued Long Chen’s curiosity. He wanted to know just what level that old man’s sect had reached for him to say such a thing.

“Elder Tu, we know that your sect is special, but with Long Chen’s talent, this…” Someone opened his mouth to voice his confusion.

Tu Fang looked straight at Long Chen. “With Long Chen’s battle strength, it definitely would be no problem to enter my Xuantian Monastery^[1], but without a Spirit Root and with a deathly silent Dantian, he won’t receive any grooming there. So entering my sect would be worse than joining one of your sects.”

“What?!” Those Elders were all shocked; without a Spirit Root, how was he cultivating?

“Little fellow, excuse me!” One of the Elders placed a hand on Long Chen’s shoulder. Long Chen immediately realized how he had to act and didn’t resist. He let the Elder’s spiritual qi circulate once throughout...