"I can understand Elder Long's pursuit of a handy weapon, and I also wanted to try helping Master Cui solve this problem, but I failed."
"Since I failed, I have no right to become Master Cui's disciple."
As Mi Yue said this, a trace of loneliness appeared on his face.
"Become Master Cui's disciple?"
Lu Lin froze for a moment, then realized that the Master Cui in Mi Yue's mouth was Cui Baohe.
At once he mentally filled in the scene of a refining genius, Mi Yue, wanting to take Cui Baohe as his master, but being despised by the other party. Yet Mi Yue refused to give up; after being pestered to the point of annoyance, Cui Baohe simply threw him an impossible task.
This Master Cui indeed had a strange personality.
He wouldn't even accept a genius like Mi Yue.
"Yes, Master Cui gave me this task. At that time I was confident I could complete it, but after years of research, I could only produce such a failure."
