"Huh?"
He Pingsheng was truly startled. "You... senior... this..."
"What will you do after losing so much of your Origin?"
"It is no matter..." A kindly smile appeared on the old monk's deathly pale face. "I need only cultivate slowly. After a few ages and eras, this power of origin will return!"
"Cough, cough, cough... pfft..."
As he spoke, the old monk even spat out a mouthful of blood.
He Pingsheng saw that his cultivation had also dropped by a small level.
This made him feel even more guilty.
But the next moment, He Pingsheng's heart instantly filled with wariness. No... no... no...
Something is wrong.
This old monk Deluded Form and I are neither kin nor friends. Why would he help me like this?
Self-sacrifice?
He drew in a series of sharp breaths...
He Pingsheng felt his whole body go numb.
It was not that self-sacrifice was bad, but when it exceeded a certain limit, it made people feel afraid.
In a word: unnecessary!
"Thank you for your gift, senior!" He Pingsheng sprang from his seat and respectfully cupped his hands toward Deluded Form.
Deluded Form smiled, thinking He Pingsheng was about to accept his gift!
Who could have known that the next moment, He Pingsheng would say, "Your gift is far too generous, senior. I cannot bear to accept it, nor do I have any reason to!"
"Otherwise, my Dao heart would know no peace, and I would have no hope of advancing for the rest of my life."
"Thank you!"
"Goodbye!"
After saying this, He Pingsheng did not wait for any response from the old monk. He darted out of the private room like a wisp of smoke, then hurried out of the Commerce Association.
"This..."
The old monk had never expected this. He stared blankly, at