"Did you say that in one month, you managed to repair over a thousand Secret Techniques to a perfect ten layers?"
On a pavilion floating in the air, surrounded by Cloud Smoke, sat an old man with White Hair and White Beard, exuding an immortal aura, calmly savoring the aroma of tea.
Upon hearing Rou Lin's report, the old man with White Hair and White Beard couldn't help but be moved.
"Yes, Master, I initially wanted to make things difficult for him, so I assigned him over a thousand Secret Techniques to complete within a month. I never expected he actually did it."
Rou Lin confessed honestly, "Knowing the importance of this, I immediately came back to report to you."
"If what you say is true, then this new disciple named Wang Xu is indeed quite a promising seedling."
The old man with White Hair and White Beard took a sip of tea.
"Master, in that case, I might as well invite him over now."
"No rush."
