For many cultivators, the path was narrow, dictated by their natural affinity and limited by their talent. But Meng Bai was different.
Like Lin Mu himself, he carried the rare burden of freedom... the luxury of choice born from overwhelming talent.
Lin Mu had recognized that spark in the boy's eyes, a familiar fire he had once carried when pondering his own Dao Embryo. Without hesitation, he had granted Meng Bai the jade slips, urging him to read, study, and let inspiration find him in the most unexpected of places.
The boy had bowed with gratitude, his resolve firm, though the shadow of indecision still clung to him. Lin Mu hoped that somewhere within that mountain of knowledge, Meng Bai would find the seed that would crystallize his Dao path.
