"My master taught me well."
Ye Lin smiled faintly, while Zhuge Yun hurriedly waved his hands.
"Hey, hey, hey, kid, don't do this. We don't go in for that here. I haven't taught you all that much."
After saying this with a smile, Zhuge Yun rose and thumped his lower back, then slung the basket beside him over his back and walked into the distance.
"Kid, if you join me, you won't get the benefits an Inner Sect disciple should have. You've seen it yourself—the old man here is poor as hell too. So you'll have to obtain your own cultivation resources."
"This old man can't help you with much. Oh, right, kid—next time you come, bring me some osmanthus cakes from Yao Luo Star's Central City. Those cakes are pretty tasty. This old man only had them once, a thousand years ago. Every time I think about them, my mouth waters."
Zhuge Yun's voice drifted over from afar, leaving Ye Lin speechless. Good lord, not only were you not giving me cultivation resources, you were even making me bring you things.
Are you the master, or am I the master? Fine, what an unreliable master.
With that thought, Ye Lin immediately left the floating island. Now that his closed-door cultivation had ended, if he wanted to enter seclusion again, he would need an ocean of resources. It was time for him to go out and skim some profit.
Besides, comprehending the myriad Daos and carving myriad Dao marks was not something one could achieve merely by shutting oneself away in dead seclusion. He had to seek them out himself, comprehend them himself.
On the grounds of Firmament Sacred Land, many disciples were supporting one another as they walked. Ye Lin swept his gaze over them and found that they