"I only wish, young friend, that in the future you would build a tomb for me and preserve this secret realm here, let it be my mausoleum."
Chen Yuan's expression was solemn:
"Such legacy of the predecessor should be left for the descendants. How dare I, as a junior, overstep?"
The voice of the old man within the God Transformation Lotus carried a hint of desolation as he spoke softly:
"My sect has been annihilated, my family slaughtered; there is no longer any descendant in this world. It is my fortune that you, young friend, were fated to come here. This cultivation technique and divine skills might as well find their successor."
"Hmm... would you be willing to take me as your master?"
Chen Yuan looked hesitant:
"I already have a master, senior..."
"Forget it then. I, a dying man, shouldn't fuss over such matters. As long as you inherit my mantle, it makes no difference whether you are my disciple or not."
"Then I shall be deeply grateful to you, senior."
