"Please, Divine Monk, come with us!"
The beautiful young woman quickly added, "I am willing to offer a thousand taels of silver as an incense donation!"
"My apologies."
But Xu Lei shook his head. "Patroness, I am unwilling to go.
It's not a question of the donation amount.
It is that I have grown old.
There is no longer hope for me to attain the Dao in this lifetime.
What use would there be in going?
Patroness, you're going to such trouble over these ancient texts from a cultivation predecessor. You must be a cultivator yourself, yes?
In that case, you must have noticed.
My Magical Power is quite low!
In reality, I'm a fake Divine Monk!
Just a figurehead pushed to the front by the Buddhist Sect!
The only reason I have even this meager amount of Magical Power is that the Buddhist Sect granted me a Dao Seed for my many years of meritorious service.
But even so, I have no hope of achieving immortality.
