Yao Li thought for a moment and said, "Either is fine."
Yan Yuming said with exasperation, as if iron had failed to become steel, "How can they both be fine? You can only choose one of the two paths. You can't have it all. A clever senior brother like me naturally chose cultivation. With talent as good as yours, you should naturally choose cultivation too, just like me."
Yao Li looked at him, then suddenly lowered her head.
"Hey!"
Somewhat displeased, Yan Yuming said, "Junior Sister, what kind of reaction is that?" Steadying himself, he said, "Look, after cultivating the Dao, you can keep your youth forever and preserve your beauty eternally. Don't you want that?"
Yao Li did not react much. She was still only a young girl. Ever since coming into the world, she had always been pushed along by others in whatever she did. She had not yet developed much attachment to youth and beauty; perhaps only when her looks began to fade would she gradually start caring about such things.
Besides, strictly speaking, cultivation was not the only way to achieve that. Creation could do the same. Thus, she said, "Senior Brother, if a Creation puts on a Divine Robe, it can also preserve its life indefinitely."
Yan Yuming shook his head and said seriously, "That is different. Creation borrows another power. If the Dao mechanism changes, or the foundation of Creation is shaken, it could be destroyed overnight. But the power gained through cultivating the Dao is your own. No one can take it from you. Especially once you cultivate to the upper realm, you will have long since cast off the shackles of the world. Even changes in the Dao mechanism will be unable to do anything to you."
Yao Li seemed thoughtful.
Yan