"You came to the wrong place, then." Lu Sheng smiled. "The immortals of the Dao will not accept those whose hearts are not whole. You came for revenge, so your spirit is flawed from the start. It bears a wound that cannot be healed."
Zhuang Yinxue's expression stirred. An ordinary person might not have understood those words, but she had studied books and scriptures since childhood, so she naturally understood what Mister Lu meant.
"You mean...?" Her eyes widened, and she suddenly grew nervous. She recalled the times she had encountered Daoists and desperately begged them to take her as a disciple, only to hear them say much the same thing.
The words of those Daoists had been almost identical.
"If you wish to cultivate the Dao, either give up revenge now, or return after taking your revenge, alone and unburdened," Lu Sheng said calmly.
"!!"
No matter how foolish Zhuang Yinxue was, she now knew that the man before her was no ordinary person.
Her pretty face warmed, and her heart churned with excitement and growing tension. Yet when she heard Lu Sheng's condition, the brightness in her eyes dimmed at once.
Only after a long while did she slowly speak.
"I can't do it."
Lu Sheng smiled.
"Then what can you do?"
Zhuang Yinxue bit her lip.
"I can do everything within my power!" She suddenly dropped to her knees before him. "Immortal Elder, please accept me as your disciple!!"
From the very beginning, she had sensed that Lu Sheng was no ordinary man. Only now did she truly understand that he must be one of the legendary reclusive immortals, a master of the Dao.
In the eyes of mortals like them, anyone who cultivated the Dao and possessed supernatural powers was an immortal.
She could no longer