Hearing the reluctance in Zhao He's tone, Jiao Gu snorted coldly, sounding somewhat displeased.
"You are unwilling to disperse your cultivation and start over, and unwilling to refine your body, yet you still brazenly claim that you can endure any hardship?
"Fine. I cannot teach you. Take care of yourself."
Zhao He grew anxious and hurriedly said, "Senior, I was wrong. Please do not be angry..."
Jiao Gu sighed softly. "If you are unwilling to cultivate, why should I be angry? Nascent Soul Cultivators live for a thousand years. At most, six hundred years from now, you will be nothing but a handful of yellow earth."
Zhao He's heart trembled. Although she had long accepted this fact, hearing those words from Jiao Gu still made her heart palpitate.
"I... It is not that I cannot accept dispersing my cultivation and starting over, it is just... Alas!"
Zhao He voiced the worry buried in her heart. She only had a little over six hundred years of lifespan left. After dispersing her cultivation, who knew how much time it would take for her to cultivate back to the Nascent Soul Realm?
By then, would she still have the potential to break through to higher realms?
Jiao Gu rebuked her without the slightest courtesy. "Before anything has even begun, you are already shrinking back, looking before and after. Your state of mind is truly terrible."
"I..."
Zhao He wanted to defend herself, yet she did not know what to say.
She had always been nothing more than an utterly ordinary cultivator in the Heavenly Origin Realm, with neither outstanding talent nor any background worth mentioning.
The Corpse Refining Sect she belonged to was merely an insignificant little sect.
"Forget it. You have helped me greatly and allowed me to awaken from chaos ahead