Upon hearing this, Dang Mengfu immediately shook his head vigorously. "No way. My great-granduncle spent a full thousand years searching for a prescription for Ancestor Yunfei, and he just barely managed to find it. If we go and screw it up...
"Forget about being a Guardian Tower—I wouldn't even have a chance of getting into the Dharma Transmission Hall. They'd probably send me off to the mortal world to manage trivial affairs.
"After grinding away at that for a few hundred years... I'd rather just go to Wanghui Peak and survive on nothing but air with Senior Brother Zhou Li."
Zhao Yuan heard this and spread his hands. "Well, that settles it. When your great-granduncle gets serious, even I can't handle him. I can't, just for the sake of curiosity, have him pestering me for a spar every other day and disturbing my peaceful cultivation, can I?"
Dang Mengfu looked at Zhao Yuan, wanting to say, 'Pavilion Master, you call this peaceful cultivation?'
