Wang Lian faced Lu Yin. His expression was weathered, but his eyes were bright, even carrying a hint of provocation. "This junior is Wang Lian. I've come to see Lord Lu and ask him to change one word."
He was the most brazen old man Lu Yin had ever met.
"You want me to change a word? Which one?"
"Change 'let' to 'invite.'"
"You mean Wang Wen?"
"Yes."
"And what if I refuse?" Lu Yin had previously told Wang Wen to come to the Heavenly Sect and find him. The word "let" had come from that instruction.
Wang Lian clenched his fist. "This junior may look down on him, but he is still my teacher. For the sake of his dignity, I'll fight to the death to make my case to Lord Lu."
Lu Yin found it amusing. "I didn't ask you here to hear any of this. I just wanted to see if he'd planted something in you."
"The Illusion Imprint?" Wang Lian asked in return.
Lu Yin raised an eyebrow. "You know about it?"
"Of course. That's why I look down on him. As one of the Six Luminaries, he never strives to improve. All he does is scheme about this and that. If I were him, I'd have fought my way to invincibility beneath the stars. If I couldn't win, I'd cultivate and then fight again. Instead, he spends all day plotting against people. Despicable."
Lu Yin was speechless. That was harsh.
"I've lived through three eras. My passion has long since worn away. I wish my master weren't like him, but I was unlucky, and there's nothing I can do about it. Still, a master is a master. Even if I want to punch him in the face, I have to kneel down to do it.