Wang Mingtang questioned his master. Wenren Sheng watched coldly from the side, while Li Yuanfeng frowned deeply.
"Becoming immortal is what I desire; people are also what I desire. If I cannot have both, then I would forsake immortality and choose people," Li Yuanfeng finally said slowly.
"Master is open-minded, but this disciple cannot compare. Then why not become an Incense God? You would have both immortal aura and popular support," Wang Mingtang continued.
"So you are determined to become a god?"
"People will die sooner or later. At our age, if we do not take a gamble now, are we supposed to wait until we die of old age and enter our coffins? Are we really supposed to imitate those Old Turtles, curling up in coffins and barely clinging to life?" Wang Mingtang insisted. "They think they can endure until others build the future for them, but they do not realize that the future will be even more miserable than the present. They might as well live well in the here and now."
Li Yuanfeng said nothing more. He knew these disciples of his; each was more stubborn than the last.
Listening from the side, Wenren Sheng had already understood why Li Yuanfeng had invited him for tea.
The purpose was to mediate between them, so that Ji Zhengyan's matter would not cause friction between him and Wang Mingtang.
However, a rift had already formed between them. If Wenren Sheng had not confirmed that Ji Zhengyan had disappeared willingly, Old Wang would have met his end here today.
He would not spare anyone who dared lay a hand on his master.
"You want to become a god, but what do you have going for you?" Wang Yanhú, the panda king who had been gnawing on bamboo the whole time,