"So that's how it is."
Yanz Chixia felt relieved.
He turned in place twice, pondered for a while, suddenly stopped, and sighed:
"Since I promised you, there's no chance to regret it. Alright."
He nodded and walked towards the room:
"Let's go inside and talk in detail."
Ding Ling's talent was extraordinarily high.
He also considered finding an inheritor for his technique.
But among the multitude of people, there was scarcely anyone who could catch his eye.
Ding Ling was the only one who confronted him head-on and won!
Thinking of Ding Ling's age and previous promise,
Yanz Chixia was moved to pass on his techniques, only because his master told him before his ascension that unless a person met standards in terms of bone structure, willpower, talent, and character, even if the Daoist technique was lost, the technique should not be easily passed on.
Precisely because of this,
Yanz Chixia refused the requests to be accepted as disciples from players and ascenders.
