Zhang Yu! What Are You Doing?! (Monthly Ticket Request)

After ending his call with Zhang Yu, Gu Qingya sighed inwardly. "Sigh, what a pity."

In his view, Zhang Yu was an exceptional genius who had painstakingly tested his way up from the Lower Realm. If such a genius could grow within the sect, he would definitely become a great help to Gu Qingya in Yufa Pavilion someday.

"But in the end, not everyone can refuse the temptations offered by the Immortal Clans."

Gu Qingya understood that in an environment like the sect, where opportunities were growing fewer and it was becoming harder and harder to rise, the shortcuts offered by the Immortal Clans were simply too tempting.

Over the years, there had never been any shortage of cultivators who lost themselves in the opportunities offered by the Immortal Clans. Like moths flying into flame, they knew those opportunities concealed danger, yet still came one after another, batch after batch, voluntarily delivering themselves into the hands of the Immortal Clans.

Gu Qingya had encountered similar opportunities before. He understood deeply just how great the temptation was, and how painful it had been for him to refuse.

"Those who can be like I was back then—watching person after person scramble to board the express Promotion Tool offered by the Immortal Clans, yet still remain steady and resolutely refuse temptation... are a minority, after all."

"Zhang Yu is still too young. He is too impatient."

"Once Bu Yingshu leaves, once he sees the true faces of these Immortal Clans, he will probably regret today's choice."

Meanwhile, watching Gu Qingya's departing figure vanish, Zhang Yu understood that for the other man to say all that to him already counted as rare goodwill within the sect.

Perhaps it was only because they had both come from the Lower Realm that Gu Qingya had said