"Thank you for your kind intentions, fellow Daoists, but Qin's cultivation is shallow. I will not risk my life."
Qin Ming had barely given it a thought before refusing outright.
Gu Qingzhao had already told him that the matter was far from simple beneath the surface. One misstep, and he could end up smashed to pieces, dead with his Dao extinguished.
Let alone any Foundation Establishment opportunity.
Besides, he could steadily grow stronger simply by farming cautiously. There was truly no need to join in this commotion.
Huang Xishan and the other neighbors stared at him in astonishment.
They had not expected Qin Ming to refuse so decisively.
"Ah, so be it. Since Fellow Daoist Qin is unwilling, we will not force you. We shall take our leave first," Huang Xishan said regretfully. He gave Qin Ming a cupped fist salute and prepared to depart.
Watching the figures of the neighboring cultivators, Qin Ming hesitated before saying, "Must you all go? With two sects involved, even if there is an opportunity, I fear it will not be easy to fight over."
Huang Xishan turned back at those words and sighed.
"Alas, we cannot compare to Fellow Daoist Qin. You are still so young. If we were not already at this age, we would not have to risk our lives like this."
"If we cannot achieve Foundation Establishment before sixty, then our path of cultivation will end there for this life."
"We may hold some standing in the market now, but once our lifespans run out, it will all come to nothing in the end."
"We might as well seize this chance and throw caution to the winds."
Qin Ming pressed his lips together. He knew he could not persuade them, so he said no more.
After seeing them off,