"Seriously, have they all recovered their memories? Why are they starting to hide now?"
If their aptitudes are hidden and they're keeping a low profile, searching for them is like looking for a needle in a haystack, incredibly difficult.
Luckily, Qin Yu can communicate with all things, and flowers and plants act as her spies, only then could she find them one after another over the following hundred years.
"And what's the use of finding them? They still refuse to become your disciples or call you Dad. Each one thinks you're crazy."
Those Great Emperors now are all just little radish heads.
Qin Yu tried all sorts of methods, disguising herself as a cranky old man squatting by people's doorsteps trying to recruit disciples, and she was thoroughly rejected.
Like right now.
