"Why haven't you gotten lost yet?"
Then, another deep, powerful voice rang out from the secluded paradise. Countless strands of Sword Qi crisscrossed through the air, slashing around Lu Ren and carving trench after trench into the ground beneath his feet.
Lu Ren felt as though thorns were pricking his back. Though unwilling, he ultimately chose to leave for now.
Seeing Lu Ren emerge looking somewhat dispirited, Hun Xian'er immediately stepped forward and asked, "Young Master, how did it go?"
Lu Ren shook his head. "Senior Jiang Huanyu seems extremely resistant to taking disciples. He directly drove me away and said he would kill me otherwise. I can only leave for now."
Zhu Ping sighed. "Young Friend Lu Ren, I understand Senior Jiang Huanyu's temperament very well. Once he has made up his mind, no one can change it. I'll take my leave first. We shall meet again if fate allows!"
With that, Zhu Ping turned and left as well.
"Young Master, what should we do now?"
Hun Xian'er asked.
"What else can we do? We can only leave first. Are we supposed to wait here forever? At worst, I'll keep my name hidden and cultivate in obscurity. The Dao One Immortal Realm is so vast—where could it not accommodate me?"
Lu Ren smiled, utterly carefree.
"Young Master, you are right. The Dao One Immortal Realm is so vast; anywhere can accommodate you. If the Dao One Immortal Realm truly cannot contain you, why not follow me to the Yellow Springs Forbidden Zone?"
Hun Xian'er said.
"The Yellow Springs Forbidden Zone?"
Lu Ren frowned slightly. "Xian'er, remember this: no matter how desperate I become, I will never seek refuge with your Demon Immortal Clan. Do you understand?"
Hun Xian'er immediately dropped to one knee. "Young Master, Xian'er would not dare.