Dawn broke as Qing Yu rose from the ground, waving his hand to dispel the dew from Xuanfeng's body with his True Qi.
Last night, Qing Yu had sat cross-legged atop the peak through the night, and because of a special request by someone, Xuanfeng too had spent the night on a recliner.
It was fortunate that Xuanfeng was a Martial Artist of the True Pill Realm; otherwise, if it were any ordinary elderly person lying outside through the night, by morning one might expect to collect a corpse.
"My cheap master is truly a genius by birth, having such profound comprehension of Zhenwu Sect's Four Symbols Ultimate Skills," Qing Yu patted the book in his hand that belonged to He Qi, speaking to himself.
After his conversation with Xuan Shang last night, he had handed a book to Qing Yu. According to him, these were the insights and comprehension of his cheap master Xuanfa, originally written for Xuan Shang.
