Rare Talents Made the Choice Difficult; a True Person Had His Own Methods (Monthly Votes Appreciated)

Last time, when Lin Changheng had not chosen a Daoist name, Daoist Mo Gu had pointed out that he was putting it off just like that other person. Could that unconventional Nascent Soul True Lord have also forgone a grand ceremony when he formed his core?

His expression remained unchanged. He merely followed Bai Hengwan's lead and replied calmly, "Yes."

"Brother Lin-your ambition soars above the clouds, and your Dao heart is firm as bedrock. You have my admiration!"

Bai Hengwan raised her cup in a toast. She admired his aspirations, but even more than that, she appreciated the purity of his single-minded pursuit of the Dao, unmoved by hollow fame. Such a quality was exceedingly rare.

Lin Changheng raised his cup in return, inwardly unsure whether to laugh or cry.

He really had not thought that deeply about it. He simply found it troublesome and unnecessary, and had set himself a goal for a little motivation along the way.

Still, being mistaken for someone emulating that "True Lord senior" did not seem like a bad thing. At least it sounded impressive.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately offered no explanation. Some misunderstandings only grew stranger the more one tried to clear them up. Better to let things take their course.

After chatting a little longer, Lin Changheng rose to take his leave.

"Take care, Brother Lin."

Bai Hengwan personally escorted him out of the heated pavilion and to the courtyard entrance, where her red lips parted slightly.

"I will gather the materials you need as soon as possible, Brother Lin. If there is any news, I will send word immediately."

"Sorry for the trouble, Fellow Daoist Bai." Lin Changheng cupped his hands in farewell, then turned and left.

He did not leave the Inner City. Instead, he returned to