Although this Upper Realm big shot's clone had merely made a deal with him, Su Fan still bowed deeply once more.
"Thank you again for your great kindness, Senior..."
The old man chuckled, then turned and left.
But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Did you really not want to go to the Upper Realm..."
Since the old man had no desire to have anything more to do with him, Su Fan stopped being so deferential.
"Senior, if I went to the Upper Realm, could I join a sect..."
Hearing this, the old man froze for a moment, then shook his head.
"Definitely not... The talent of disciples born in the Upper Realm is something you lower-realm cultivators could never compare with..."
Putting everything else aside, at least this old bastard was being honest.
Though his words were rather cutting, they were indeed the truth. In their eyes, lower-realm cultivators who went to the Upper Realm were fit only to work like oxen and horses and serve as slaves.
It seemed that no one would be able to pass this trial of the Heavenly Gate.
At that moment, an impulse suddenly rose within Su Fan. He wanted to say something to this old fellow.
Do not bully the poor young man.
But in the end, he still kept it to himself, because he truly did not dare say it.
Though the other party was only a phantom clone, killing him would be as easy as turning over a hand.
The old man's vast Spiritual Sense, deep as an abyss, alone could crush him with ease.
"If I can't join a sect, then why should I go to the Upper Realm..."
Su Fan's words made the old man stiffen again. He had not expected this