Chu Hang stood nearby, equally eager. If he could pursue the Immortal Dao, why bother with the imperial examinations?
As though seeing straight through Chu Hang's thoughts, Yi Shuyuan glanced at him and smiled.
"Brother Chu, don't imagine cultivation is easy. Everyone has their own destined opportunities, their own aptitude, and their own state of mind. Cultivation is far harder than the imperial examinations!"
"Yes, I stand instructed!"
Hui Mian stood on the table, watching Chu Hang.
"Ha! Sir, his mouth and his heart aren't saying the same thing."
"Hey, how can you fling such bloody slander at me, you little fellow? How am I being insincere? Where did that roast chicken you ate last night come from? Supplies are scarce in the city right now, and that was a whole chicken!"
"Mm..."
Having eaten another's food, one's tongue grew soft. Hearing that, Hui Mian immediately fell silent. After a little grunt, though, Hui Mian recalled Yi Shuyuan's way with words and promptly grew defiant again.
"It's precisely because you gave me a whole chicken last night that I'm saying this out of gratitude! Sir has already made it very clear: cultivation isn't easy. That perfunctory attitude in your reply just now will get you into trouble sooner or later! Don't mistake kindness for malice. Ask Sir if you don't believe me!"
Chu Hang's heart gave a jolt. Compared with Mr. Yi's words, this demon's warning was much harsher. He instinctively looked toward Yi Shuyuan.
Yi Shuyuan was examining the manuscript closely, though he had also spared some attention for Hui Mian and Chu Hang's squabbling. Now, without taking his eyes off the page, he nodded.
"Rough words, sound reasoning. Without an upright attitude, cultivation may not be a good thing. Those sorcerers are an example."
"See? Don't look down