"My teacher has 182 disciples. If every one of them recommended a whole bunch of people to him, wouldn't that throw everything into chaos?" Lord of Molten Heart said. "So my teacher explicitly forbade it long ago."
"I see. Then—"
"But—"
Lin Yuan had only gotten halfway through his sentence when Lord of Molten Heart continued, "It's different for those of us whose treasure-refining skills rank among the best of his disciples. My teacher is quite fond of us, so he won't hold it against us if we recommend one or two people to him every once in a while."
Lord of Molten Heart paused, then looked at Lin Yuan. "As it happens, I haven't recommended anyone to my teacher in quite some time."
Lin Yuan was speechless. Lord of Molten Heart really knew how to draw out a conversation.
However, since the other man had put it that plainly, his meaning was clear: Lord of Molten Heart could recommend him, but Lin Yuan would have to pay a price.
"Senior Rong Xin, please get straight to the point," Lin Yuan said bluntly. "What do you need me to do?"
"Haha, no wonder you're one of the human race's peerless geniuses. I don't even have to say much." Lord of Molten Heart laughed. "Do one thing for me, and I'll introduce you to my teacher."
"Senior Rong Xin, I'm only a Venerable, after all. I'm afraid I won't be much help to you."
"To be honest, I've been busy refining treasures for the past few thousand years, and I hadn't looked into your background before." Lord of Molten Heart spoke. "It wasn't until news of your astonishing exploits in the Ancestral God Sect's Secret Realm Land reached me that I learned the human race had produced a peerless genius like