"Uh… sigh, to be honest, that's a bit difficult for you. I, this old Daoist, still don't have any disciples left here. Back then, I took on three apprentices, and they should be quite strong in the Primordial Spirit Realm by now, though they might not know the true reason for my demise.
If you go, you can tell them. Of course, I'm not giving this to you unconditionally. That fragment was something you earned with your own strength. This altar contains my bones and everything I've learned in my life. I think you should find it useful," Song Ming's teacher said.
"So that's how it is! That's fine then. I'll help you find your disciples, and as for the things under that altar, I won't be polite," Wang Yufan said, rubbing his hands together.
"Damn, this kid's eating habits are truly unsightly," Song Ming's teacher thought, feeling utterly speechless at this moment.
