"Why?"
The little boy struggled to force out those two words, his face full of unwillingness. He did not know how many days he had survived in that sunless, lightless place.
This was the first time he had seen an immortal—an immortal with great divine abilities—and it was also his only hope of getting out.
Ye Lin was also the first person he had ever seen.
His future was right before him. The immortal was right before him. He did not want to give up.
"You have no Spirit Root, no aptitude, no talent, no luck. Even if you embark on the path of cultivation, you are destined not to go far. Your future was decided long ago. Do you understand?"
Ye Lin looked at the little boy before him and spoke slowly. This boy had the worst Fate Rank he had ever seen: a black Fate Rank, and a crippled one at that. It was simply terrible.
He was even worse off than Ye Lin had been back then.
Even an utterly ordinary mortal possessed a white Fate Rank.
Moreover, the boy's meridians were blocked, his body was a chaotic mess, and he did not even have a Spirit Root. He was, without question, complete trash.
Let alone cultivating to the Qi Refinement realm—he should thank the heavens if he could even understand a cultivation method.
Ye Lin would accept disciples, but he would not accept disciples with no future. People were selfish by nature; what benefit was there in taking in a piece of trash?
There was no benefit whatsoever. It was nothing but thankless labor. His sole eldest disciple, Taiyuan, compared to this little boy, was like heaven and earth.
One stood above the Ninth Heaven, while the other lay in the eighteenth level of hell. There