Purple Extreme Sect, Mo Zhaoli's residence.
The banquet was a lively affair, but the festive atmosphere seemed to have nothing to do with the Green Robe Cultivator seated at the table.
It was as if an invisible wall had formed around him in the vast hall, shutting out all the merriment.
Pouring his own drinks and occasionally filling the cup of the old man beside him, Lin Changheng didn't mind. He had no intention of socializing with the others and was happy to be left to his own devices.
"Changheng would like to toast Ink Master."
Lin Changheng raised his cup and smiled. "Thank you, Ink Master, for showing me a clear path just now."
"There's no need for such pleasantries."
Ink Master chuckled, not taking it to heart.
He held a high opinion of Lin Changheng. His Heart Nature and character were both excellent. If not for his slightly inferior Spirit Root and insufficient Cultivation, he would have been a fine choice of partner for his granddaughter.
