After seeing off Ye Ruyan and Miaoyun Princess, Gu Zhao began selecting the next candidates.
'Martial Uncle Qingyuan and Martial Uncle Qingwei have contributed greatly in several major battles. Their merits are sufficient. Shouldn't I also summon the other three Shi-generation Daoists from the Sanfeng Sect?'
'The three old Yan-generation Daoists from Qingcheng Mountain have also broken through to the next realm. Should the others also be put on the agenda?'
'Hmm, there are still a few from Feiyun Mountain and West Mountain that I haven't brought over.'
'But these people are all relatively young, so they can wait a bit longer. Maybe I should bring a few of the older newcomers first?'
Gu Zhao lay under a purple sandalwood tree behind Daluo Palace, a tree so large it nearly shaded half the courtyard. His reclining chair swayed gently in the mountain breeze. He couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, thinking to himself, 'I still don't have enough Thunder Seeds!'
