Without waiting for Wang Ping to speak, Liu Shuang rushed to say, "Master need not worry for your disciple. This disciple has cultivated for several thousand years and contemplated the Great Dao in her spare time. Though I have yet to comprehend it fully, I already understand what to take and what to relinquish, and I know even better to act within my limits."
"With inferior Spiritual Root, attaining my present cultivation is truly a blessing from heaven. Yet I know deeply that all of it was bestowed by Master. Cultivators of every sect respect me, and some bow whenever they see me. It truly leaves this disciple ashamed and uneasy, which is why I have feared meeting outsiders in recent years."
"This disciple is not a material fit for great things. Receiving my current station is already more fortune than I deserve. I hope Master will no longer make plans for me. Now, I have but one wish: that Rong'er, Lei'er, Yu Qin, and Dong Lin remain safe."
Upon hearing Liu Shuang's heartfelt words, the words on Wang Ping's lips could only turn into a sigh.
Liu Shuang's meaning was clear. She was merely an ordinary cultivator, and her current position was already the utmost she could bear. Any more, and she would be unable to withstand it.
After several breaths of silence, Wang Ping asked, "Have you made up your mind?"
Liu Shuang replied, "Since this disciple began cultivating the Dao, all the benefits I have gained have relied upon Master's vast blessings and came as easily as plucking something from a bag. Whenever I think of it these past years, I feel ashamed. Recently, I have often thought of Junior Brother Yang. His fate may have suited me better."
Her tone was open-minded. After more than a