Immortal Pivot, Purple Firmament Palace.
Lu Xian sat upright in his meditation chamber. He tried several times to enter meditation, but each attempt ended in failure. No matter what he did, the stray thoughts in his heart refused to disperse.
"...Sigh."
In the end, the attendant who had served two generations of Dao Venerables could only sigh. He rose, pushed open the door, and stepped into the corridor outside his chamber.
There, however, he saw an attendant dressed much like himself solemnly holding a thick book and reading it with great relish. Lu Xian's face immediately fell, and he could not help murmuring, "Senior Jiao, why put yourself through this again? Master has already permitted you to enter."
"...You brat again."
Only then did the attendant seem to notice him. He raised his head. It was none other than the Dao Ancestor of Ancient Era [Jiao Guiren]. With a stern expression, he retorted:
"That is incorrect!"
"I have merely entered the Purple Firmament Palace. I have yet to receive the Dao Venerable's teachings, which shows that my cultivation is not profound enough. This is precisely when I need tempering."
Having said that, he glared at Lu Xian with some indignation. "After all, not everyone is like you, Daoist friend—lucky enough to cling to two Dao Venerables in succession."
The moment those words came out, Lu Xian was unconvinced.
What did he mean, cling?
Everything Lu Xian had today was earned through his own effort and sweat. These Dao Ancestors were always like this, completely blind to his hardship and dedication.
Meanwhile, seeing every one of Lu Xian's thoughts written across his face, Jiao Guiren could not help grumbling inwardly: *Those who keep company with vermilion turn red; those who keep company with ink turn black. I remember Lu Xian wasn't