"Why? Do you think my cultivation in the Dharma Aspect Realm isn't enough to teach you?"
Chen Lin's gaze remained calm as he looked straight into Jian Wansheng's eyes and slowly replied, "Brother, there's something you don't know. It's not that I don't appreciate your kindness. It's just that I have my own opportunities and fortunes on the path of cultivation. Your realm may be high, but I'm afraid it doesn't quite align with the path I seek."
Jian Wansheng grew even more annoyed. He gave a cold snort. "Hmph. You're far too arrogant, boy. What kind of special opportunity could you possibly have that makes you look down on the guidance of a mighty cultivator in the Dharma Aspect Realm?"
With that, Jian Wansheng said no more. He turned and strode away on his own.
His heart was full of indignation. He had already lowered himself to take the initiative and accept Chen Lin as his disciple, yet Chen Lin had been so ungrateful. There was no reason for him to linger any longer.
Chen Lin quietly watched Jian Wansheng's retreating figure, then gave a slight shake of his head. He treated the matter as nothing more than a minor interlude along the way and paid it no further mind.
Unnoticed, the bustle of the day slowly faded. Night fell like a piece of black silk quietly unfurling across the sky, heralding the arrival of evening.
At that moment, Chen Lin was still sitting alone in the inn. His solitary drinking session, which had begun in the daytime, had continued all the way until nightfall—a truly remarkable sight.
The waiter sensed an indescribable air of distinction about Chen Lin and never dared approach him rashly. He merely kept an eye on things from a distance.
Meanwhile, Chen Lin's Spiritual