"Exchange cultivation techniques?"
Wuming was taken aback.
"What's wrong?"
Ding Ling smiled slightly:
"Wuming, you are a martial arts myth. A person of righteous spirit and noble character, indifferent to fame and fortune, with a heart for the world. You, such a person, are a grandmaster admired by thousands. Could it be that you hold to sectarian prejudices?"
"This..."
Wuming was speechless:
"I'm not as perfect as you say."
"Regardless of the truth. Wuming, you must have learned the truth of this world from various channels. Do you think, if no one stands out, by relying on yourself alone, you can withstand the impending disasters?"
"..."
Wuming's expression tightened, and he solemnly said:
"What you say makes a lot of sense. What do you mean?"
"Exchanging martial arts. It can strengthen us both. As we become stronger, we will naturally be more capable of dealing with the forthcoming disasters."
"Alright."
Wuming hesitated for only a moment, then said:
