Wang Chaolun followed his master in cultivation and seldom attended the so-called high society gatherings, nor did he often see so many people from the entertainment and fashion circles.
After watching for a while and fully satisfying his curiosity, he chuckled and said:
"I'm not interested in them, and you don't need to bother with them. I'm a cultivator after all, so don't feign kindness and end up harming me."
He feared nothing else but Nie Jianghe overthinking, assuming he was just saying things to be polite.
For a cultivator, cultivation is the foundation, and this foundation concerns one's life, wealth, and even the essence of peace and security.
He is a man of longevity, and he wouldn't give up everything for a momentary impulse and desire.
Nie Jianghe took a closer look and realized that Wang Chaolun was indeed not lying, then nodded with a smile, waving his hand hidden behind his back, signaling his men not to approach.
