Trashing Sects
Editor: _Lunaelle
Wang Lin faintly smiled and said, “Senior, we haven’t meet in seven years and you are still the same.”
The strange expression on the old man’s face became even stranger. He stared at Wang Lin for a long time before letting out a sigh. There was a hint of praise in his eyes as he said, “You turned into a mortal… you really turned into a mortal!”
Wang Lin picked up the jug from the stove, poured a cup, drank it, and said, “Junior is only struggling in the mortal. How could I be as relaxed as senior, who is enjoying playing in the mortal world?”
The old man took a deep breath. He took the wine jug, poured a cup, and said, “I have seen many Spirit Forming cultivators, but you are the first to be able to turn into a mortal in six years.”
Wang Lin didn’t speak. His heart didn’t waver as he let out a faint smile and watched the performance.