Lin Taichu was about to leave when he suddenly sensed a powerful aura coming from afar. Startled, he immediately went on guard. Could there still be another formidable enemy? he wondered, preparing himself for battle.
Before long, a figure appeared in Lin Taichu's sight. It was an Old Man clad in a white robe. His face was kindly, yet his eyes revealed an imposing majesty.
"Are you Lin Taichu?" the Old Man asked, his voice low and powerful.
Lin Taichu nodded. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"
The Old Man smiled faintly. "Who I am is unimportant. What matters is that your performance just now interested me greatly."
Lin Taichu's heart tightened. "What do you mean?"
The Old Man said slowly, "You are so young, yet you possess such formidable strength. That is truly rare. I came here to invite you to join my sect."
Lin Taichu frowned. "Join your sect? Why should I?"
"Submit or die. Choose one."
Anger immediately surged within Lin Taichu. He gripped his treasured sword tightly and said coldly, "You think a single sentence from you is enough to make me submit? I, Lin Taichu, am no pushover for others to bully."
The Old Man still wore a faint smile, seemingly unconcerned by Lin Taichu's defiant attitude.
He slowly took two steps forward. "Young man, do not be so impulsive. Joining my sect will bring you nothing but benefits. With your talent, under my guidance, you will surely receive the finest cultivation resources. Your future achievements will know no bounds."
"Hmph." Lin Taichu snorted. "I can reach the pinnacle through my own cultivation just the same. I do not need to rely on any sect. You should put away your recruitment pitch and leave at once."
The Old Man shook his head.