Chen Lin leaned back in the Grand Master's Chair, holding a White Porcelain Teacup as his calm gaze swept over the captain of Yicheng's Criminal Police Brigade.
Years of late nights working cases had left a trace of fatigue beneath her eyes, but nothing could conceal the heroic spirit etched into her bones.
"No." Chen Lin shook his head slightly without a moment's hesitation.
Qin Churan froze. Her eyes instantly reddened as hurt and indignation welled up inside her. "Why? President Song can cultivate, and so can Chuxia. Why can't I? My constitution is better than either of theirs!"
"It has nothing to do with your constitution." Chen Lin set his teacup on the Stone Table with a soft clink. "Cultivating immortality means pursuing longevity and transcendence. You wear that uniform and wield worldly authority. Every day, you deal with murder, darkness, and scheming. You're too deeply entangled in mortal karma, and baleful energy clings to you."
Chen Lin pointed at the space between her eyebrows. "As long as you remain in that position, your mind will never be still. Without a still mind, even forcing qi induction will get you nowhere."
His words struck Qin Churan like a blow to the head, leaving her rooted to the spot. The career she had always taken pride in had, in this man's eyes, become the greatest obstacle to drawing closer to him.
"Exactly!"
Before Qin Churan could digest his words, Qin Chuxia, who had been clinging to Chen Lin, seized the opening and eagerly fanned the flames.
She swung Chen Lin's arm, lifted her chin high, and looked at her older cousin. "Churan, just quit that lousy criminal investigation team captain job. How could being an official compare to cultivating immortality? Look at you-working yourself to death for a few thousand