"Are your father and his generation still living?"
The Yellow Crown Daoist sat on his meditation cushion and asked leisurely,
"The technique I cultivate requires one to avoid the entanglement of familial ties. It is best if one's parents have passed away early, grandparents are gone, and one has no lingering attachments."
At these words, Lu Xuan froze on the spot.
He hesitated for a moment before stammering,
"Reporting to the High Cultivator, my father is still alive, and my Grandpa… is also in good health."
The Yellow Crown Daoist shook his head slightly.
"Then you and I are not fated to be. You may leave."
'This monumental opportunity was just within my grasp, and now it's about to vanish like a bubble?'
Lu Xuan's heart tightened, and he kowtowed repeatedly.
"I beg the High Cultivator to show mercy! Please consider this junior's sincere heart for the Dao…"
