"Good. You now have the qualifications to protect your mother. You can be considered a minor expert."
Ye Lin smiled faintly. During the time he had spent recovering from his injuries, he had watched An Xin's progress with his own eyes.
Atop a cliff, Ye Lin and An Xin sat by the edge, watching the distant sunset together.
"Master, why won't you take me as your disciple? I call you Master every day, but you've never called me your disciple even once."
An Xin dangled his little feet over the cliff's edge, swinging them back and forth as he asked, his face full of confusion.
He cultivated diligently every day in order to earn Ye Lin's recognition, yet Ye Lin seemed never to have truly acknowledged him.
"I have taken three disciples in total."
"My first disciple is named Taiyuan. He has now become a powerful expert capable of standing on his own. His talent is so formidable that even I would have to yield him three parts."
"As for my second disciple, although his talent was lacking, he worked hard enough. His talent was even worse than yours, but he was a thousand times, ten thousand times more diligent than you are now."
"Do you know? There are twelve hours in a day, yet he did not leave himself even one hour to rest. With sheer, unyielding perseverance, perhaps he too has grown into an expert capable of standing on his own by now."
"Those two disciples are also the ones I am most satisfied with."
"So I generally do not take disciples. If I do, it will surely be because of my intuition, and fate. There is no fate between you and me."
"You do not need to earn anyone else's recognition. Desperately wanting others to acknowledge you