No one had expected that Ye Shaoqing would choose to ignore all the gossip.

“Tianming and Qingyu, today, you’ve become my disciples. Let me know what gifts you want.” An enviable scene occurred. How could the gift a sect elder gave out when they accepted a new disciple be anything shabby?

“Master, you being willing to accept us is already the greatest gift possible.” Qingyu said.

“That’s not acceptable! If this spreads, people will call me stingy. How about this, I’ll gift each of you a Saintbeast War-Soul,” Ye Shaoqing said, his words immediately inciting a commotion.

All of the inner disciples looked at the siblings, flames of jealousy burning bright in their eyes.

Even Gu Yu froze, his expression conflicted. He was aware that if he chose Ye Shaoqing, he would definitely have been able to obtain this treasure too.

After coming to the Grand-Orient Sect, Li Tianming had learned that Saintbeast War-Souls actually came from demon beasts that had died at least a millenia ago.

A wildbeast could...