At that thought, Lu Wanyuan stopped in his tracks, and even felt an urge to turn around and leave.
But he had no idea what to do now. He was already on someone else's turf. As the saying went, even a mighty dragon couldn't crush the local snake. His heart was in a panic.
He regretted acting so rashly. He should have taken more precautions before following them here. But it was too late for regrets now; he could only grit his teeth and press on.
His mind raced as he searched for a way out.
Up ahead, Chu Houcai seemed to sense something. He turned and looked at Lu Wanyuan meaningfully. "Your younger brother has quite a talent. It's certainly surprising that True Person Qiu accepted him as a disciple."
"He's all right. Maybe my younger brother's luck has finally come, though luck is such an elusive thing!"
"But True Person Qiu and my younger brother do have a bond as master and disciple!"
"There are so many talented cultivators in this world. Surely some are even more gifted than my younger brother, yet they didn't become True Person Qiu's disciples. Perhaps that's what they call fate. Without that connection, even the greatest talent comes to naught!"
Lu Wanyuan had no idea what the other man meant, so he followed along with his words and offered an explanation.
At that, Chu Houcai fell silent for a moment before continuing:
"That's true. Everything depends on fate to bring people together."
"Your Lu Family may not know much about True Person Qiu's reputation, but our Murong Family has some channels through which we can learn more."
Lu Wanyuan didn't immediately understand what the other man meant by that.
But Chu Houcai had to be hinting at something, so Lu Wanyuan replied