"Wha-what? No, this is absolutely impossible." As soon as Master Chenguang heard that he needed to transfer his cultivation to Wang Rui, he immediately shook his head and hands, recoiling as if he was more afraid and unwilling than facing his own death.
Master Chenguang had been cultivating since the age of nine and only reached the Fourth Layer of Qi Refining at fifty-nine. It could be said that this cultivation was the culmination of fifty years of effort, even more important than his life. Now, being asked to transfer his cultivation to someone else, how could he bear it?
"There are two paths: either you die, or transfer your power to my son. You choose. I only give you three minutes." Having said this, Wang Xiaoqiang reached out to stroke his son Wang Rui's head, smiling kindly, "Son, you're about to become a master..."
