After Qing Yueqiu spoke, the ruins fell silent. The only sound was the howling of the wind, stirring up dust and sand.
A moment later, Ji Shenyun's voice—cold, noble, and majestic—appeared in Qing Yueqiu's Sea of Consciousness. There was no trace of the panic and pleading she had feigned earlier.
"Junior... you are more exceptional than I imagined. For the first time, I feel the desire to take a disciple. Are you willing to take me as your master? In your era, the Mahayana realm is the pinnacle. The providence of this entire age cannot even produce a single Transcendent."
"I shall grant you a supreme ancient legacy, one that can make you the first Transcendent of this world."
Faced with Ji Shenyun's immense temptation, Qing Yueqiu answered without a moment's hesitation. "I will not take a second master in this life."
After Qing Yueqiu spoke, Ji Shenyun's voice fell silent. She seemed to have never imagined that someone would actually refuse to become her True Disciple.
