"Hey, young man, don't be so quick to refuse. Do you know what Immortal Fate is?"
"It lets you live forever, ride the clouds and mist, overturn the Cosmos..."
The old man wore his emotions on his face as he rattled off a magnificent world of the Immortal Path and immortals for Lu Qing.
Had Lu Qing not truly been unable to discern his depth, no outsider would have associated this old fisherman with anything extraordinary.
In other words, the man was full of the smoke and fire of the Mortal World, brimming with human warmth.
Unlike those ethereal immortals high among the clouds.
To anyone else, his words would have meant meeting the right person.
Had Lu Qing not already cultivated, he would not have refused.
But the heavenly secrets, the time, and even this era were all wrong. Naturally, it was impossible for them to forge a karmic affinity of master and disciple.
"Old sir, I already have a master. I cannot accept your kind intentions."
Lu Qing still shook his head.
The white-robed youth's expression did not change.
The old man suddenly knitted his long white brows tightly together. At this moment, the layer of fisherman's disguise seemed to peel away, revealing his true face.
Hearing Lu Qing's words, he raised his hand and began calculating without pause, muttering under his breath. Yet his aged eyes stared fixedly at Lu Qing as though he had seen some peerless divine treasure.
Joy, sighs, savagery, incomprehension...
The thousand and hundred expressions of all beings in the Mortal World seemed to pass across his face.
Without halting his calculations, the old man muttered, "Impossible. How could you have a master?"
"This old Daoist clearly calculated that I would encounter a fated person here today."
"Clearly, you were my fated person