The Capital of Great Wei.
The figures of two Daoists slowly appeared.
One old, one young.
The old Daoist had wrinkled skin and crane-white hair, but his expression was lively, and he carried the bearing of an immortal.
The young Daoist, meanwhile, was exceedingly handsome. His tied hair fell behind him, drawing many gazes.
"Ziying, we will be granted an audience with the Great Wei Female Emperor shortly. Remember, do not act as though no one else matters in her presence."
The old Daoist spoke in a calm tone.
"Rest assured, Master. Though your disciple is somewhat arrogant and proud, I know when and where to behave."
"But I will not utter any words of flattery either. I hope you understand that, Master."
The man called Ziying answered thus.
His eyes were filled with pride.
Hearing this, the old Daoist could not help sighing.
"You, honestly. You simply do not understand the ways of the world. Pride fills your very bones. Sooner or later, you will suffer for it."
The old Daoist said this without really reproaching him, merely offering a little instruction.
"As long as one is strong enough, what need is there for worldly tact?"
"Master, your generation has grown old."
Lu Ziying spoke indifferently, his voice steeped in pride.
At those words, the old Daoist could not help letting out a faint sigh.
"You, honestly. You simply have not met anyone more gifted than yourself."
So said the old Daoist.
But upon hearing this, Lu Ziying continued.
"Master, your disciple is not boasting, but my aptitude has been hailed as the greatest in the Immortal Dao. The patriarch himself said I had the potential to become an immortal."
"It would be difficult to find anyone in this world whose aptitude surpassed mine, so there is no need