He drank the disciple's tea, and it warmed him to the very soul.
Xiang Minghou watched his well-behaved daughter, his heart filled with an indescribable excitement.
"Little one, this is your master's gift to you." Dean Chen took a book from within his robes and held it out.
Ye Qianning accepted it. "Thank you, Master."
'Three Words Record?'
'What does that mean?'
She flipped through it casually, but she couldn't recognize the traditional characters, so she didn't understand any of it. She decided to put it away and read it later when she had more time.
Everyone in the courtyard, aside from Xiang Minghou, was utterly shocked to see the Three Words Record. Only one copy existed across the four nations, and it was said to contain numerous secret techniques. Legend told of its author, a Cultivator who had lived for several hundred years. Upon his death, his body was said to have transformed into a wisp of green smoke that ascended to the heavens.
