The Daoist Nun noticed his hesitation. A flash of impatience crossed her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle, tranquil expression.
She sighed softly and said with feigned consideration,
"Young man, there's no need to rush your decision. Cultivation is a momentous matter, so naturally, you must think it through carefully."
"We will return for you in three days. Take this time to consider our offer."
As she finished speaking, the two of them flicked their sleeves. The Spirit Swords at their feet hummed, and in an instant, they soared into the sky.
The villagers cried out in alarm, prostrating themselves on the ground and shouting, "Immortal Masters!"
The young Pei Yuhang looked up at their retreating figures, his eyes shining with longing.
"Ah Han, don't... don't be tempted by her words!"
Ye Liyuan bit her lip hard, tears glistening in her eyes.
She watched the direction the two Daoist Nuns had flown, a powerful sense of unease surging within her.
