Those elders could have bled, wept, and knelt in front of Ji Yunzhi, but it wouldn't have changed a thing.
He had no interest in disciples. Especially not ones with wrinkles and gray hair.
It wasn't pride.
Okay, maybe it was.
But more than that, he didn't want the hassle. Babysitting a group of old men pretending to be young alchemists was not on his to-do list.
Meanwhile, across the table, the elders had silently started using mental transmission to form a plan.
'If we can't recruit him, we must at least secure the trade.'
'Right. Seal the deal. Tie it down with spiritual contracts. Chain it with karma if we must.'
'Make sure he has no reason to go to another sect.'
Elder Tang Sheng's face didn't change, but in his mind, he sighed.
Of course they were thinking that.
Every sect did the same when a genius popped out of nowhere. Especially one who casually tossed them a miracle and called it 'a fair trade.'
