Seeing that the red-haired cultivator was about to leave, Chen Muxun once more tried to keep him.
"Fellow Daoist, though our Emperor Lü Sect left because of a major event, we remain a renowned sect of the Eastern Wasteland. If you join our sect, it will surely be better than drifting about like an idle cloud and wild crane."
"At our level, without a stable spirit vein and a stable great power to rely upon, one's cultivation can only be like rowing against the current—if one does not advance, one falls back."
"Please think it over, Fellow Daoist."
Tu Shan Jun's footsteps paused slightly. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your kind regard."
If he had not been one of the patriarchs of the Grand Unity Sect, and if the jade statue of the Ascension Sect's patriarch had not acknowledged him, he might have given the words of these great sects some thought.
But after all he had experienced, he no longer harbored any obsession with joining a sect.
Besides, the Emperor Lü Sect could not even protect itself.
Once its Saint patriarch died, the entire sect had been forced to migrate west.
How could it possibly protect him?
It was not that Tu Shan Jun was overly arrogant. Once news of an artifact spirit treasure spread, wherever he went would become a vortex.
He could only decline the Emperor Lü Sect's goodwill.
Speaking of which, the Emperor Lü Sect's spells and divine abilities were quite good for Tu Shan Jun as well.
"Since Fellow Daoist insists on leaving, why not leave behind your name?" Chen Muxun asked with cupped hands.
He understood that he could not persuade this man.
Though cultivation and temperament were not necessarily related, in truth, which cultivator who had reached this realm