"Senior Xiu Yuan, you have so many disciples and grandchildren, why did you choose me?" Jiang Xiaobai asked in confusion.
Xiu Yuan said, "Don't mention those disciples and grandchildren of mine, they can't even compare to a fingernail of yours. Alright, stop talking now!"
Before Jiang Xiaobai could prepare himself, he saw a beam of golden light shoot out from the golden bell hanging on the Snow Lion's neck, hitting his forehead.
In the next instant, Jiang Xiaobai lost consciousness, feeling as if he were in a state of chaos. It was unknown how much time had passed before Jiang Xiaobai quietly awoke, and his consciousness came back to life.
His mind was flooded with numerous new contents, as Xiu Yuan's Primordial Spirit had fused with his own. Jiang Xiaobai gained not only Xiu Yuan's cultivation but also the memories contained within Xiu Yuan's Primordial Spirit.
