It wasn't that he didn't want to make more friends, but he understood a simple truth: you can't force your way into a circle where you don't belong.
'Everyone present is either from a Purple Mansion Influence or a disciple of a Purple Mansion Independent Cultivator. Compared to them, I'm simply not in the same league. Why go out of my way to be friendly just to get the cold shoulder?'
'Even if my talent surpasses most of the people here, it doesn't change a thing. Only someone like Old Ghost Bai, who wants to recruit me, would give me a second glance. In everyone else's eyes, I'm a nobody.'
A quarter of an hour after the banquet began, Yu Chengbo and his companions finally made their belated entrance.
"Elder Yu, please, take your seat." Yinn Shang was still the one to receive them, but his tone was noticeably less enthusiastic. After all, they had arrived on the mountain months in advance; to be this late was a clear sign of disrespect toward his master.
