A sky blue arrow of light sped across the sky. It was invisible as it blended with its surroundings. It was precisely the elderly expert who had taken away Kallian and the other two children from the village.

When they had first left the village, Kallian had been utterly shocked. They were flying through the air at an astonishing pace. This meant that the elderly man in front of him was a legendary saint.

Kallian and the other two knew little about cultivation. But each of them had heard childhood stories of legendary saints single-handedly stopping the invasions of demonic beasts, devils, and Yao. Each knew that a saint could carve valleys into the face of the earth with a swing of their weapons and cut open the seas with another swing. None of them had expected to meet such a legendary figure already.

Such legendary figures only existed in major sects. One must know that most countries in the human continent were usually controlled by two major powers. First was the royalty. Royalty was in charge of the general affairs of a country. It would deal with crime, negotiate with other countries, and maintain a standing army among other things. However, the true power in a country were the sects standing behind it. Usually the sects would never get involved with the country's affairs. However, if they chose to intervene, not even the royalty would dare interfere. Sects usually only would choose the most promising youths in their own areas once every five years. They would take these youths and train them as disciples.

Where Kallian lived was in the southern prefecture district of the Rha kingdom named after the goddess of good harvest, the patron god of the country. There were 5 sects in the country, each one ruling the corresponding prefecture district.

The one that led the southern prefecture district was the Soaring Clouds Sect. This sect was also the strongest sect, far stronger than the other four sects in the country. In other words it could be said that the Soaring Clouds sect controlled the entire Rha kingdom.

Even so, the Soaring Clouds sect could not have that many Saint experts. The world had less than 100 saints. The number of saints that the Soaring Cloud sect had could be counted with both hands. Yet someone with such a high position had come to collect new disciples for the sect was simply unthinkable. All three of the children had come to realize this fact at different times throughout their flight.

Soon nighttime approached, but the sky-blue light continued forward at the same speed. A small light of a town appeared at the horizon. The group of four soon descended in front of the village entrance.

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The old man walked to the village inn and asked for 2 rooms. Each room was small and outfitted with a narrow bed, a short wardrobe, and a small table.

All three of them sat down on the bed and started to decide where each of them would sleep. Kallian looked at the other two. Although the village they all came from was small, none of them actually knew each other well. They all had usually been helping with their parents jobs and trying to get food on their tables.

However, even so Kallian knew about the other two by their names. Xeron was the son of the local butcher. Although the two had never spoke to one another, Kallian saw Xeron often whenever he went to buy meat for his family. Kyra on the other hand, nobody knew about. She had been picked up as a child by one of the hunter's in the village and had been adopted by the widowed seamstress.

The three of them didn't even look at each other for any longer. Kallian and Xeron shared a bed and fell asleep within minutes. Kyra  fell asleep on the other bed. The old man stood outside the room for a few moments before entering his own room. The slight sound of snores filled his keen ears. He spread his spirit sense around the area of the tavern, paying attention to every movement that was being made.

‘I cannot allow anyone else to find out about the boy’, he thought, ‘ If any of the other elders find out, I could be killed for the amount of rewards that could be gained.’ A sect was a very cruel place. Even within its ranks it was survival of the fittest. The more you stood out from among the rest, the more attention the sect would give you and the more resources would be wasted upon you. However, if you stand out too much, you attract jealousy and hatred. The old man had seen many great seeds get ripped out before they could fully grow.

At the same time, the old man himself was in danger. If they encountered another group that was bringing in new disciples and it was found that the old man had a child with a First rank spirit, first rank soul energy, and dual elements, then it was likely the other elder would try and kill the old man to get contribution points. Bringing in such a highly talented disciple would guarantee several thousand contribution points to the sect. These contribution points could be cashed in at any time to get treasures, cultivating resources and more.