"Dao Master, Tuo Lin requests an audience." Second Night King's voice came from outside.
Lu Yin replied calmly, "Bring him in."
Before long, Tuo Lin followed Second Night King inside, walking over nervously. As soon as he saw Lu Yin, he hurriedly knelt and bowed. "This disciple pays his respects to Master."
Lu Yin nodded, a faint smile on his face. "You don't need to kneel when you see me from now on."
Tuo Lin was still nervous. "Yes."
"Come sit."
Tuo Lin slowly walked over to the seat opposite Lu Yin and sat down.
"Is there something you need?" Lu Yin asked, looking at him.
Tuo Lin hurriedly stood and bowed. "This disciple wishes to cultivate. I ask Master to guide me."
Lu Yin looked steadily at him. Tuo Lin was anxious. In the Reincarnation Space-Time, he had tried to cultivate countless times, and many experts had been willing to teach him. After all, he was qualified to attend the tea gathering, while those experts might not be. In their eyes, if they could bring Tuo Lin along, they would get a chance to appear before the Great Celestial Venerable.
But every one of them had failed. He had been born unable to cultivate.
That was why he had worked so hard to become Lu Yin's disciple. Lu Yin had reached such a level of strength at a young age, and watching him endure the Progenitor-level Source Tribulation had left Tuo Lin's blood surging. In Tuo Lin's eyes, anyone who could survive a tribulation that seemed certain to kill him was capable of creating miracles.
Only someone capable of creating miracles might be able to set him on the path of cultivation.
But during his time at the Heavenly Sect, he had never received any instruction from Lu Yin.