"What is your cultivation level?"
Hearing this, Wang Fugui froze.
"Tr... True Immortal."
"What cultivation level is that senior of yours?"
"Ninth level Golden Immortal."
"So, do you understand now?"
The fatty folded his arms and looked down at Wang Fugui as he spoke calmly.
"I don't."
Wang Fugui looked at the fatty, then finally shook his head with an honest expression.
"Then let me ask you something else. Is that senior your relative?"
"No, we merely met by chance."
"Then it all makes sense."
The fatty found a clean spot and slowly sat down, speaking softly.
"Quick, explain it to me. Why do I feel like I can't quite understand?"
Wang Fugui immediately stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
He seemed to have understood something, yet at the same time, it felt as though he understood nothing at all.
"You and that senior merely met by chance. Later, you made a fortune through that senior. Once you arrived here, your ties of fate with that senior had already run their course."
"Later, when Sister Qingqing threw you out in public, she was protecting you."
"Simply put, your cultivation is too low. You can't possibly fit into that senior's circle. If you insist on doing so, then once that senior makes enemies someday, the first people those enemies target won't be the senior, but you."
"You must remember: opportunities and risks coexist. Right now, you face no risk at all, and you've even made a windfall. You can hide in a corner and cry tears of joy."
"If you remain stubbornly obsessed, then the only thing waiting for you is a dead end."
"Understand? You and that senior only met by chance. Now you've made a huge fortune thanks to that senior, and that senior hasn't held it