When the old man finished speaking, he glanced up at Zhou Yuanjue. He saw the young man's silent face, his gaze fixed on the wick of the red candle on the stand. Something seemed to be churning and coalescing within his spirit and will. The old man knew that under his guidance, Zhou Yuanjue had truly grasped the essence of the Lamp Burning Technique and found his way.
'As expected of the man who broke through his limits and forged a new path with a mere Second-class Fist Technique.'
The old man marveled silently.
'A teacher can open the door, but you must enter by yourself. How far he can go from here is up to him.'
Without disturbing Zhou Yuanjue's thoughts, the old man clasped his hands behind his back, gently pushed the door open, and left the room.
"Xiaoluo, let's go. I'm a little tired. I need to rest."
The old man smiled as he walked toward the burly man and Li Qingxuan, his aged, cloudy eyes revealing a hint of fatigue.
