Ning Daoran let out a long sigh, displaying an expression of temptation mixed with internal struggle that ultimately resulted in refusal. He said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your kind offer. However, I am merely a loose cultivator, utterly unsuited to the constraints of sect regulations, let alone qualified to assume the position of a peak master. This matter… I deeply appreciate Fellow Daoist Zhang's good intentions, but I fear I am not fortunate enough to accept."
"In that case…"
Zhang Qinghe's enthusiastic demeanor diminished considerably, and he said, "I won't force you then. Let's set this matter aside for now. If there ever comes a time when you change your mind, my door is always open for a visit. There's no rush, truly no rush."
"Thank you for your understanding."
Ning Daoran cupped his fists. "I feel deeply ashamed!"
"No need to be so polite, Fellow Daoist."
