"What? Let Lin'er give it a try?"
Father Wang, who had been puffing away on an old, peeling tobacco pipe, suddenly lifted his head and hurriedly shook it, saying:
"No! Lin'er is dull and lacks talent. How can he possibly have the fortune to encounter an Immortal Fate? Fourth brother, I know about this opportunity; it's rumored to be worth a thousand gold outside. It can't be wasted on Lin'er..."
As soon as these words fell, the hopeful light in Wang Lin's eyes instantly dimmed.
Upon hearing this, the fourth uncle frowned and said, "Third brother, this Immortal Fate is a once-in-a-millennium chance. If you miss it, there may not be another. Why are you unwilling to even let Lin'er try? Lin'er is about to come of age; why not let him decide for himself?"
"It's precisely because this Immortal Fate is too precious that it cannot be wasted on Lin'er!"
Father Wang glanced at Wang Lin and snorted coldly:
