After Sanxiao welcomed Du Youqian into the Daoist Temple and invited him to take the seat of honor, they arranged for six children to come and pay their respects.
As their ancestor, he naturally couldn't be stingy with greeting gifts.
Du Youqian was quite wealthy now. Anything he casually gave away was a treasure that would make an ordinary Qi Cultivation Cultivator green with envy.
To bestow them upon a few juniors was, in fact, a bit of a waste.
Du Youqian examined them one by one and found that not a single one of the six children possessed a Spirit Root.
'A small pity, I suppose.'
However, people with Spirit Roots were one in ten thousand, so this was to be expected.
"Ancestor, we have two new guests on the mountain. You'll never guess who they are," Liao Minmin said mysteriously.
Du Youqian smiled faintly, took out three copper coins, and performed a divination on the spot.
"Oh? It's actually related to me."
