'Become a disciple?'
The flame behind the mask jumped. Chen Xi seemed extremely shocked, as his ancestor had never mentioned this matter on their way here.
This was indeed Chen Yin's idea, conceived on the spur of the moment.
Divine Dao Foundation Establishment was not as meticulously divided as that of ordinary cultivators; it only had three minor realms: early, middle, and late. And Chen Che was clearly about to step into the Late-stage Foundation Establishment. If it had been anyone else, Chen Yin would have merely acknowledged them, perhaps offering a word of praise at most.
'But how old is Chen Che?'
"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist Chen."
His raised teacup paused mid-air. He glanced at the silent Chen Xi, noticed the other's surprise, and slowly shook his head.
"I consider Fellow Daoist Chen Xi a peer. We are like brothers and friends. There is no need for him to become my disciple."
"And why not?"
Chen Yin chuckled softly and began to speak.
