It was no surprise that Han Cheong-yu showed interest in the fated opportunity for Core Formation. He was originally someone with a heart that seeks the Dao, and his cultivation level had reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, giving him the qualifications to seriously aim for Core Formation.
It was only natural that he turned his eyes toward such an opportunity. At the very least, he hadn’t entered the underground caverns without a word, but instead came to test his superior’s intentions beforehand. He still seemed to possess a sense of duty as a subordinate, which was satisfying.
“Will you permit it?”
“How could I obstruct a cultivator’s progress on the path of the Dao?”
Long ago, he had once earned resentment by telling the fellow to establish a family. Though he had heard that the fellow’s heart had now changed and that resentment had eased somewhat, if he were to block his Immortal Path once more, Han Cheong-yu’s heart would surely waver again. If he wanted to block it, he could.
But why should he? He was not Han Cheong-yu’s nanny, and the Han family’s business had now roughly found its footing. Even without Han Cheong-yu, they could manage to some extent.
“Han Cheong-yu’s children must be quite old by now, aren’t they?”
“…Yes, they are.”