Li Er looked at Sha Chen and fell silent for a moment. In the end, he nodded.
He knew that since Sha Chen had made things so clear, it was impossible for him to continue taking disciples. Sha Chen would not become his disciple. Even if he forced Sha Chen to become his disciple, it would be in vain; the likelihood was slim. A melon forcefully twisted off the vine isn't sweet.
Moreover, he, the mightiest Saint, forcing someone to become his disciple—what would that amount to!? If word got out, how could he continue to navigate his circles?
Li Er said, "Well, since you are unwilling, I will not compel you. However, I must tell you, if you change your mind, I will still take you as my disciple."
Then he raised a finger and said, "But remember, you only have one chance. Don't wait until I've forgotten about you, or your talent has run its course and your opportunities are lost, before you come seeking to become a disciple. By then, you will possess no allure or value at all."
