Daoist Lingyue frowned, displeased, "Our ancestor just came out of seclusion for a stroll, intending to find some good moods. Your disciple failed the test earlier and the ancestor was already disappointed. Now, he must be disturbed by such a trifle?"
As he spoke, he chuckled inwardly.
Yue Kun had many more opportunities to communicate with the ancestor since he became Nangong Yun's master, receiving more resources and sect contributions.
He watched all these, sour in his heart, yet had to pretend to be magnanimous on the surface.
Previously, when it was confirmed that Nangong Yun was worthless, and now even more so since he was dead, he wasn't even considered trash. How could they disturb the ancestor again because of this?
"In that case, this matter will just have to be postponed for now..."
Yue Kun had long anticipated this. With a sigh, he bid farewell and turned to leave.
The matter wasn't that urgent.