"Hurry and agree, brother Jiang."
Seeing that Jiang Ping An was still hesitating, Gu Cheng reminded him again.
Although he envied Jiang Ping An for receiving such an opportunity, he did not like the rules and restraints of Brahma Temple. Even if they truly chose him as a disciple, he would not accept.
Jiang Ping An was not dazzled simply because Chan WuXiang was a Golden Immortal.
"Senior, let's be honest. This junior does not believe that you would choose me to inherit your mantle over such a small matter."
He had never believed there was such a thing as a free lunch in this world. The other party definitely had some purpose.
"This humble monk has already said that there is karma between us. As a Golden Immortal, would this humble monk deceive you? What do you have that is worth deceiving you over?"
Chan WuXiang rose from his cross-legged position. A flash of golden light passed over him, and the grease on his body vanished without a trace. He became dignified and solemn, his treasure-like appearance awe-inspiring. Though he was still covered in fat, he now appeared incomparably sacred, inspiring reverence. It was as though everything in the world had dimmed, leaving only him behind as the lord of all things.
An existence of this level could, with a single sentence, have the Immortal Dao erase an ordinary Immortal.
Jiang Ping An's expression shifted slightly. He unconsciously wanted to believe the other party, but reason told him that things were absolutely not so simple.
"Since Senior refuses to speak the truth, this junior shall take his leave."
After saying that, Jiang Ping An respectfully bowed, then turned to Gu Cheng. "Brother Gu, let us go."
"Are you insane, brother Jiang? This is a heaven-defying opportunity—you cannot miss it!"