When falsehood becomes truth, truth becomes falsehood; when truth is treated as falsehood, falsehood becomes truth as well.
Sometimes, the matters of this world are indeed judged by deeds, not intentions.
In the endless years before Xu Qing arrived at the White Cloud Cave, many sought the Primordial Grandmaster for learning.
Immortals and sacred beings, mortals and demonic spirits, some with meticulous calculations, others by mere chance, but in the end, those who truly received the Grandmaster's guidance were few.
Yet today, in just a short moment, the seekers seen by the Grandmaster exceeded the count of ten fingers.
It's not uncommon for outsiders to come as a group seeking his teachings, nor is it unusual, but this occasion is peculiar because each seeker possesses a noble purity surpassing even the orthodox of the Xuan Sect — true 'Immortal Flowers.'
In this special period, such a group of anomalies appearing even left the well-versed Grandmaster astounded.