"Fellow Daoist Wen, your master cannot be brought back to life, but have you made any plans for the future? Will you return to the Deqing Empire, or do you have some other ideas?"
After hearing Wen Liang's account, Qin Fengming nodded, looked at the young man before him, and asked,
"Senior, since I have encountered you here, and if you do not disdain my low cultivation, I wish to follow at your side and serve you. I wonder if Senior would agree?"
Looking at Qin Fengming, Wen Liang bent his body and once again knelt prostrate upon the stone ground.
Wen Liang was no fool. Although he could not completely discern the young man's true cultivation, he could still judge a thing or two, because his master had been a mid Nascent Soul cultivator.
Of these cultivators before him, not one had an aura weaker than what his master had revealed.
Moreover, those cultivators all showed respect toward this young man who had shown him kindness. This undoubtedly meant that the young man's identity was far from ordinary.
Having roamed the Cultivation World for many years, Wen Liang naturally saw this clearly.
"Hehe, it isn't impossible for you to become my disciple. However, this Qin has always been undisciplined and carefree, and truly finds it difficult to teach another disciple. I already feel that I owe the few disciples I had before far too much. If you truly wish to take a master, then this Qin will certainly find you a master of both virtue and ability in the future—one whose cultivation is definitely higher than this Qin's."
Looking at Wen Liang before him, Qin Fengming also felt fondness for him. To reach the mid Core Formation stage at merely two hundred years of age was enough to show