"Lin Yuyan is just one of them! The promise she gave you might not be effective, but mine... it definitely will be!"
Wang Xiu smiled. "That is irrelevant."
"Why is that?" Zhou Yumei asked, confused.
Wang Xiu pointed to the sign Nie Linglan was holding. "My paintings are only for the fated. Although you are an admirable lady, you and I are not fated. Therefore, I will not paint."
The crowd burst into an uproar once again. No one had expected Wang Xiu to reject Zhou Yumei for such a reason.
In the crowd, some painters scoffed. We're all Cultivators. Who does he think he's fooling? This whole business of 'fate' is something only those from the Zen Sect truly believe!
Normal Cultivators only cared about opportunities and benefits, and right now, the spot in Cold Mountain House was the ultimate opportunity, the ultimate benefit.
Zhou Yumei raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying you're fated with Lin Yuyan, but not with me?"
Wang Xiu nodded. "The lady is astute."
