Bai Zichen picked up his teacup, a clear gesture that it was time for his guest to depart.
Even if Lu Song was sincere in offering this opportunity, he had little interest.
'What great opportunity could a destitute, low-level Loose Cultivator possibly stumble upon? He only just managed to become a servant disciple of the Qingfeng Sect.'
Besides, the Cave Mansions left behind by predecessors weren't always filled with treasure. Some cultivators with twisted minds, who suffered from Qigong Deviation before their deaths, would adopt a spiteful attitude. 'If I couldn't achieve the Great Dao, then no one who comes after me will have an easy time either!' They would deliberately set up deadly formations in their Cave Mansions and then leak their locations in the form of Treasure Maps.
When those hopeful Loose Cultivators found what they believed to be a treasure trove, they would all end up dying horribly inside.
Seeing that Bai Zichen had no interest whatsoever, Lu Song grew anxious.
