Within the Immortal Abode, at the Incense Accumulation Sect's new headquarters, Lin Ji and the other cultivators were all astonished.
Li Ling had made a proposal of vital importance to them, one capable of changing their entire cultivation careers and future prospects.
Establish a foundation and build a power of their own!
"This seems like the path of cultivating amid worldly affairs. We're used to being drifting clouds and wild cranes. I fear it wouldn't suit us."
"Indeed. Passing down our techniques doesn't necessarily require founding a sect. I intend to follow the ancient cultivators' example, hiding mine in a famous mountain for later generations."
Quite a few seemed tempted, but moments later, they declined.
To them, an organization was not a necessity. Sometimes, it was even a burden.
Li Ling found nothing strange about this. Instead, he said understandingly, "That's fine. Everyone has their own aspirations."
He would not force those who had no interest. After all, a melon twisted from its vine before its time was never sweet.
But as long as some people aspired to this, that would be enough.
What Li Ling needed now was their answer.
Master Jin was among those tempted.
As a renowned master of the formation dao, he had received his inheritance from his ancestors.
Several thousand years ago, their Jin clan had been a moderately renowned aristocratic clan in the North Sea. But like countless fallen great houses, they had lost their Old Ancestor, forfeited their ancestral holdings, and declined completely.
Only with great difficulty had they preserved their bloodline through mortal wealth and supported another descendant to Foundation Establishment. By then, the old places remained, but everything else had changed.
Yet today, Li Ling's proposal rekindled Master Jin's hope of fulfilling his long-cherished wish. Perhaps he would have a chance