"No wonder he was a person of immense luck, capable of condensing a Dragon of Luck. He always brought people surprises and pleasant shocks."
True Lord Yan Hun could not help but laugh at the outcome, as though he had glimpsed his younger self.
"It was merely a stroke of luck. When all is said and done, iron must be hard enough to withstand the hammer. If he cannot understand that principle, he will suffer a great loss sooner or later." Song Changsheng poured a bucket of cold water over the matter.
A person could not spend their whole life placing their hopes on illusory luck. What Heaven gave you, it could take back at any time.
"Young people always need time to grow. Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be so harsh."
True Lord Yan Hun offered a brief word of comfort, then shifted the subject. "By the way, Fellow Daoist, have you truly no intention of reconsidering my proposal? Miaoyin is a rare genius in the path of the divine soul. Heavenly Soul Palace can provide her with the finest environment for growth.
"I can guarantee that whatever Junlin has, Miaoyin will have as well."
"Miaoyin is the only daughter of my close friend, entrusted to me since childhood. If I handed her over to Fellow Daoist, how would I explain myself in the future?
"Besides, the Song Clan's environment for growth may not be inferior to that of Heavenly Soul Palace. Fellow Daoist, you should abandon this notion. Junlin is the future of Heavenly Soul Palace." Song Changsheng remained utterly unmoved.
True Lord Yan Hun was not discouraged in the least. "Fellow Daoist, your thinking is somewhat narrow. For such matters, you should ask the person herself what she wants.
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