Even in his wildest dreams, Tingyu Zhenren did not expect to be toyed with by someone with just Foundation Establishment cultivation; the dignity of a Nascent Soul powerhouse forbade him from bowing his head.
However, Tian Lin's fierce gaze stirred his survival instinct, forcing him to 'recognize current circumstances to be a wise man'.
He tried to maintain his dignity, yet his tone carried a hint of negotiation:
"Young friend, I am the master of Tingyu Pavilion, a dominant figure in the Southern State. If you are willing to acknowledge me as your master, I can take you as the young master of Tingyu Pavilion. Not only will I help you break through to Golden Core cultivation, but you can also inherit the foundation of Tingyu Pavilion in the future."
Tian Lin smiled in response: "Senior, don't try to cajole me with words—I may not have much talent, yet I do not find entering the Golden Core Realm difficult. As for the foundation of Tingyu Pavilion, how could I dare to covet it?"
