Looking at Zhang Ling, who had bowed his head before him, the Daoist Saint said calmly, "I already know about your situation."
"It is only natural that the Talisman Emperor is dissatisfied over this, but it is no great matter."
"After some time, I will personally visit the Talisman Emperor. He will naturally give me that much face."
"Also, if you are willing, I can accept you as a Registered Disciple."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ling, still lowering his head, said, "My master was originally part of the Daoist lineage. You are a Daoist Saint. All inheritors of the Daoist sects under heaven are your disciples!"
The Daoist Saint naturally understood that Zhang Ling was tactfully declining him.
Seeing this, the Daoist Saint was not angered. Instead, he spoke softly.
"You have your own thoughts, so I will not force you."
"Though I speak of accepting you as a Registered Disciple, this old man has only ever accepted one Registered Disciple in his life."
"If he were here, the situation before us would not be so troublesome."
"You have an inheritor, Senior?"
Zhang Ling asked curiously. The Daoist Saint smiled faintly. "Of course I do!"
"Long ago, I met a young man of great spiritual insight. Moved by my love for talent, I accepted him as a Registered Disciple."
"Though he was only a Registered Disciple, I taught him everything I had."
"The facts proved that he did not disappoint me. Unfortunately, our ideas later came into some conflict, so we no longer met again."
"Who was he?"
Driven by curiosity, Zhang Ling asked instinctively.
Hearing this, the Daoist Saint said calmly, "His name is Ge Hong. Not many people in the Chang Sheng Epoch know of him."
In the void.
Looking at the Cosmic Black Hole not far