Where Did the Human Hall Master Go?

Time trickled by, and before they knew it, half a month had passed.

Yang Chen lay silently on a recliner as warm sunlight poured down over his cheeks.

He breathed softly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Suddenly, space twisted slightly.

Jade Rabbit stepped out of the void. Seeing Yang Chen taking a nap, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"At a time like this, you're still sleeping. I'm starting to wonder whether that person picked the wrong man back then!"

Jade Rabbit had come several times over the past half month, but every time, Yang Chen had been asleep. If not for the importance of this matter, Jade Rabbit might have done as he had on the previous occasions—turned around and left without a word.

Yang Chen slowly opened his eyes, looked at Jade Rabbit, and said blandly, "What is it?"

Jade Rabbit sighed, dragged over a chair, and sat on it with his tiny body, speaking in an old-fashioned manner.

"Three days from now will be Cold Moon Palace's annual intake for new disciples. Human Hall had no Hall Master before, so it never recruited disciples. Now that you've become the Hall Master of Human Hall, you naturally need to recruit a few disciples for it!"

Yang Chen listened, utterly uninterested.

"Not taking any."

Yang Chen turned his head away and ignored Jade Rabbit.

He truly could not be bothered with taking disciples.

It would waste his energy. He was cultivating perfectly well on his own—did he really have to teach a disciple?

What a pointless thing to do.

Unless the day came when he hit a bottleneck and truly had no other choice, perhaps then he might take in a disciple for amusement.

Seeing that Yang Chen was impervious to both reason and persuasion,