“Fellow daoist, please wait a moment!” A warm and honest voice sounded out from behind him. Qin Yu stood still and turned around. A cultivator smiled and bowed, “My name is Yang Dingbo. I see that you come here alone every time, so I was wondering if you would be interested in joining our discussion group. Our group is full of cultivators who listen to lectures. We can exchange experiences with each other and there are bound to be some benefits.”

Qin Yu shook his head and lightly said, “I am used to being by myself and I don’t like to mingle with others. While I appreciate your good intentions, I must decline. Goodbye.”

He turned and left.

Several people jogged over to Yang Dingbo’s side, their complexions unfriendly.

“Humph! He has no idea what’s good for him. Brother Yang personally invited him but he actually refused!”

“This sort of loner only knows how to work behind closed doors. Even if he has some degree of talent to have arrived where he is today, he will never truly succeed.”

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