In the garden, flowers bloomed in abundance.
Ye Xue spoke with a firm tone.
The Golden Core Ancestor remained silent for a moment, then said, "You and I have no fate."
"Why is there no fate?"
Ye Xue asked unwillingly.
"No fate means no fate. In the future, you may become a Golden Core, or even a Nascent Soul, but that's not enough. We don't have a connection." The Golden Core Ancestor said blandly.
Ye Xue asked defiantly, "I heard the Ancestor is willing to take a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with Three Spirit Roots as a disciple. Why are you unwilling to take me as a disciple?"
"I investigated that person. His aptitude is quite average, only Three Spirit Roots. His bone age is already sixty-three and he is only at the Second Layer of Foundation Establishment, very poor. His chance of becoming Purple Mansion is less than one percent, and becoming a Golden Core is less than one percent. What qualifications does he have to be a senior's disciple?"
