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Zhuge Lin softly instructed, "Have a seat."
Wensheng bowed, then took a seat in the circular stool beside him. With his brow furrowed, he studied his master.
"In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred thousand years have passed." Zhuge Lin sighed quietly. "Do you still remember how things were when you first came to me as a disciple?"
Wensheng smiled faintly. "I would never dare forget. My juniors and I all owe our lives to you. You saved us and taught us how to cultivate, allowing us to become who we are today."
A trace of nostalgia appeared in Zhuge Lin's eyes. The shadows on his gaunt face softened with a hint of warmth.
"Wensheng, have you ever resented me for refusing to let the Qiling Immortal Sect inherit the emperor's legacy?"
"I'm sure there's a reason behind every decision you make, Master. I would never presume to question it," Wensheng answered solemnly. After a pause, he added, "And given the current situation, even if one of our sect's disciples could enter that immortal palace, we would never dare acknowledge it. It would only bring disaster in the future."
Zhuge Lin nodded slowly. "That is one of the reasons. Second, since the emperor left behind that legacy himself, it is only right that his own disciple...
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