A few days later, looking at the teacher whose expression had turned as frosty as ice, Lu Chang'sheng finally decided to lay his cards on the table.
"I'm too dull, Master. I really can't inherit your mantle."
He turned around and left straight away.
Leaving the teacher to scold him from behind.
"Now that I have the Foundation Establishment Pill Formula, there's no need for me to take this risk!"
Lu Chang'sheng did some quick calculations and realized that his progress was already way ahead of the original plan; if he simply followed through step by step, the odds of reaching Foundation Establishment before his lifespan ran out were high.
The Profound Turtle Alchemist's mantle? He could do without it.
Walking back the way he'd come, Lu Chang'sheng quickly vanished on top of the Immortal Mountain.
Not long after he left, the shut bronze gates swung wide, and Yue Ling strode out at the front.
