“That is absolutely inappropriate! How could I be the libationer?” Zu An exclaimed, quickly waving his hands in refusal. He just felt that the request was a bit too absurd.

“Why not?” the libationer replied. “All of those disciples of mine admired you a lot when you went to the academy’s rear mountain.”

Zu An felt a headache coming on as he said, “That was nothing more than a few bold and unconstrained ideas. My real skills in those domains are far from those masters. Besides, I’m still so young, so how could they possibly accept someone like me?”

“Whether in cultivation or studies, it’s always the skilled who come first. When have we ever cared about age? If that were the case, I might as well have found some old geezers to take this role,” the libationer said impatiently.

“No way, no way. I have too many things to do and might not be qualified for this task. I must ask the libationer to please find someone better than me,” Zu An said. He didn’t want to receive this hot potato.

However, who would have thought that the libationer’s eyes would land on his finger? He told Zu An, “You already received the ring...