Mi Li couldn’t believe her ears. Dark lines appeared on her face when she heard the conviction in Zu An’s voice. 

Mi Li couldn’t listen to any more of his nonsense. She cut him off and said, “Cultivators of my generation always pursued the pinnacle of dao. We sought eternal life! Never have I ever met someone like you who would willingly limit your own potential!”

You have successfully trolled Mi Li for 999 Rage points!

She was well and truly pissed off.

Zu An didn’t really care. “The path of dao is vague and vast,” he replied. “The cultivators of history are like carp crossing a river—innumerable. How many of them can really obtain the pinnacle of dao? Most of them can't even reach master rank.”

He had to give Old Mi some credit for reaching master rank. Zu An had thought that he was only at the ninth rank at first.

Mi Li said angrily, “That’s only true for the masses. But what about you? You have...