Disciple Selection

With only 39 years left to Qin Yun's twelfth Itinerant Immortal tribulation, Qin Liehu and his wife, who had lived long, comfortable lives, did not wish to occupy any of their son's precious time, nor did they have the mood to go jaunting.

Mt. Lightning Roar. Qin Manor. When the morning sun scattered its rays into the garden, it accentuated the beauty of the flowers.

Qin Yun was focused on reading by a stone table inside the garden.

"Brother Yun. Didn't you finish writing the third volume of the Misty Rain Sword Dao when you were in seclusion? Why are you still writing?" Yi Xiao walked over.