He finally looked up at the Grand Elder. His voice was tinged with exhaustion, yet it held a newfound calm. "Grand Elder, in your opinion, what should we do?"
The Grand Elder's eyes shifted. Instead of answering directly, he asked a question of his own. "Patriarch, what kind of person do you think this Yang Jing is? What is your assessment of him?"
Li Haitao pondered for a moment, his drumming fingers falling still. His voice was complex as he said, "A prodigy of heaven-sent talent."
Those words escaped his lips with a hint of reluctance, but also with undeniable certainty. "I've read his file. He's only been practicing martial arts for two years. To go from a country boy who knew nothing to a Huajin Powerhouse... even those geniuses with the highest-grade root bones could never be this fast."
