But that was how novels told it. In reality, things were far more troublesome: the same metaphor could mean different things in different places. Even between sects, the meaning contained in a single metaphor could differ subtly...
Without a master's oral instruction, there were many passages you could stare at forever and never understand. And even if you did understand them, every person was different, as were the problems they encountered.
Without an accomplished master guiding you with years of experience, you still expected to succeed? Dream on.
Even with a textbook in hand, only a genius among geniuses could teach themselves. Cultivation was another matter entirely...
So if Tang Changsheng wanted to make something of himself without risking blind, unguided cultivation, he had to stay close to Lu Yuanzhen. Besides, if Lu Yuanzhen truly founded a sect one day, or even became an Earth Immortal, Tang Changsheng stood to gain all the more...
"Mr. Tang, you can make a call now!" Once the plane's flight had steadied, a beautiful flight attendant spoke to him with admiration and a tender look in her eyes.
She was the same beautiful flight attendant who had fought a passionate battle with Tang Changsheng in the lavatory on the flight there.
She never would have imagined that Tang Changsheng, who had seemed fairly ordinary, no more than a wealthy man, was actually a titled noble of Great Chu.
Just then, two more fighter jets flew over and escorted the passenger plane, one on either side.
What an honor that was!
Ordinary crew members naturally knew nothing of people with abilities, much less of Tang Changsheng's achievements.
Thus, just as fighter jets had escorted them on the way there, they escorted them on the return trip. Sharing in such an honor was something they could