Purple Pole Sect, Mo Zhaoli's cave abode.
Cups passed back and forth in a lively bustle, but none of that merriment seemed to have anything to do with the azure-robed cultivator at the banquet.
It was as though an invisible wall had risen within the vast hall, shutting him out of all the festivities.
Lin Changheng poured and drank by himself, occasionally filling the elderly man's cup beside him with spirit wine. He did not mind. He had no intention of cultivating ties with these people and was happy to enjoy his freedom.
"Let me offer you a toast, Master Mo."
Lin Changheng raised his cup and smiled. "Thank you for pointing me toward a clear path earlier, Master Mo."
"No need to stand on ceremony."
Master Mo chuckled, taking no credit for it.
He thought highly of Lin Changheng. Both his temperament and character were excellent. If not for his somewhat poor spiritual root and insufficient cultivation, he would have been a fine choice of partner for his granddaughter.
But now that his granddaughter had entered the Foundation Establishment realm, it was as though a new heavenly chasm had opened between them. Even so, he hoped they could maintain their friendship and help one another.
After all, Lin Changheng's talent for pill refining was plain to see. With their memories of past companionship and the bond he provided as their elder, the two could become steadfast friends worthy of entrusting their backs to each other.
"The Immortal Path is long, and self-interest reigns supreme. Gaining another true friend is no easy thing. Changheng, you should get along well with little Zhaoli. I've already told her this, and she agrees."
Master Mo offered this earnest counsel, looking at Lin Changheng with his clouded old eyes.
He had worn his heart