Qin Ming pondered, he was a First Generation Grandmaster, barely over twenty years old, yet also considered to be a poor relative seeking affiliation with a prestigious family?
The old man smiled faintly and said, "Young friend, you have traveled far, yet you are seeking the Direct Lineage of Doushuai Temple..."
He paused, his tone calm, with not a hint of sarcasm, "This place has deep-rooted traditions and strict rules, unlike common mountain and wild lands; the relationships are intricate and entangled."
Qin Ming raised an eyebrow, thinking that with his star-like eyes and heroic demeanor, even if he were considered to be sponging off someone, it would be better than being a distant poor relative, wouldn't it?
The old man remained calm, his gaze revealing a penetrating understanding of the world, saying, "I am merely offering a kind reminder; in places like this, one should proceed with caution, and not cause trouble for those you intend to support."
