Lu Jingshi felt a profound sense of emotion, his gaze tinged with a degree of envy for Zhang Junwei's good luck.
How come his own sect couldn't produce an Immortal Seed, especially one so young who could cultivate the Ten Thousand Soul Banner?
One glance at the banner and you knew that Su Jie was a merciless killer who regarded human life as worthless, the most suitable disciple for their Heavenly Soul Sect's nature.
However, what Lu Jingshi didn't know was that Su Jie's Ten Thousand Soul Banner, besides a portion of human souls, mainly drew on soul power from livestock, a far cry from the carnage he imagined Su Jie committing in his conquest of cities.
"The Sect Master worries too much. Once we stabilize our position in Qingzhou and attract talented disciples to join us, there will certainly be Immortal Seeds and geniuses. We won't be inferior to Ghost Ridge Palace,"
Zhao Lianshan flattered, and the other Elders quickly chimed in with their agreement.