She kept her eyes down.
"You are trying to understand what this room is for," he said. "This is reasonable. I will explain."
Wanchun looked up.
Tianlong was looking at her with the even, patient gaze that he applied to everyone, which was to say the gaze that carried no condescension and no manipulation and simply the straightforward attention of a being who had decided to look at you.
"Your son passed the tournament," he said.
"Yes," she said.
"What I intend to give him will change the nature of his cultivation permanently. The depth of the power will affect his foundational meridians, his cultivation core, his technique base." He tilted his head. "The womb that produced him carries the origin of his meridian architecture. If the origin is impure — blocked, stagnated, carrying old cultivation damage — then what I give him will meet resistance at the root and the transfer will fail." He paused. "This is the Purity Examination. To verify that the source is clean."
