A dozen or twenty years—or perhaps a few more years of tempering himself before transferring to another True Immortal?
Fang Shu hesitated, his heart carrying a trace of disappointment.
After all, since Yellow Wolf Immortal had recognized him, if Fang Shu claimed he had not harbored even the slightest hope that the other would remember their old bond and directly promote him from obscurity, making a fine tale of it, he would merely be deceiving himself.
But now, it seemed that such thoughts had truly been too beautiful.
Even so, just as Fang Shu opened his mouth to speak, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and said, "In reply to Master Huang, this student has no backing, but I believe my temperament is steadfast and decisive. Twenty years is too long. Ten years is too long. Even several years are too long—does this disciple have any other path?"
Upon hearing Fang Shu's words, Yellow Wolf Immortal could not help raising his eyelids.
He looked at Fang Shu with apparent amusement and continued, "So impatient? Do you not know that in cultivation, haste makes waste?
"Besides, you have not even lived a full sixty years. Even in the mortal world, you would count as a young man in his prime. And from the vigor of your blood and qi, you are certainly no short-lived sort.
"A lifespan of three hundred years is enough for you to cultivate slowly and temper your foundations. Why be so impetuous?"
Fang Shu merely kept his head lowered and continued, "It is not that this student does not understand the way of hiding one's light and biding one's time, nor that I am unable to sit still. But I also know that cultivation is like rowing upstream: if one does not advance, one falls back.