What the other party had said all fit his own circumstances perfectly.
Who did not know that, over the past thousand years, the most renowned figure in the Profound Dao Sect had been Fu Xuanming? Moreover, when the entire Profound Dao Sect had been caught in a gap between generations, Fu Xuanming had been the peerless figure who raised the banner of the True God Stage.
A figure like him was practically a legend, a myth, in the outside world. Among these ten people, who would not want to take Fu Xuanming as their master?
It could even be said that they dreamed of becoming Fu Xuanming's disciple.
Naturally, Yang Chen did not deny Fu Xuanming's excellence, but he had no intention of agreeing. It was not that he looked down on Fu Xuanming; he simply was not in a hurry to choose.
For one thing, he had never planned to take a master at all. For another, Fu Xuanming had just said that there might be others atop the mountain willing to take him as a disciple.
It would not be too late to decide then. Even if he were to take a master, he would need to choose one suited to him. There was no need to make such a rash decision. Otherwise, the only one ruined would be himself.
The only thing troubling Yang Chen was that while this idea was easy enough, refusing him would be exceedingly difficult. After all, the person he was refusing was no ordinary man, but a famous figure of the Profound Dao Sect.
Yet not refusing was not an option either. After turning it over and over in his mind, Yang Chen could only brace himself and say, "Senior, what you have told this junior is truly difficult for me to