"Sorry, I refuse."
Song Lin said cleanly and decisively.
Evidently, by giving up some trivial things, one could discard past grudges and actively integrate into the Taoist School's core.
Yet these things happen to be indispensable.
If they were abandoned, then what difference would Song Lin have from others in the Taoist School?
Afraid there wouldn't be a shred of difference.
Perhaps one could pretend to let go, only to reclaim them in the future.
But it's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, and hard to go from extravagant to frugal.
While Song Lin himself might adapt easily, it wouldn't be as simple for others, and the result would be utter betrayal in days to come.
Upon hearing Song Lin's words, Yunhai paused briefly, then smiled casually.
"Alright, think it over carefully when you return."
Yunhai didn't grow angry; instead, he returned to pass the message to the Heavenly Master.
