Zhang Xiaoyun stared blankly at Wen Qingye before her. Wiping her tears with her sleeve, she nodded emphatically and said, "Okay, I won't cry anymore. I'll do whatever you say."
Wen Qingye, suspended in mid-air, continued, "I am leaving a Magic Technique for you. You must memorize it carefully and not pass it on to anyone else. Also, you've fused with the Ancient Phoenix Soul. You must never let the people of the Taiyi Pavilion find out."
Zhang Xiaoyun nodded. "Mm-hmm. I'll be sure to remember. I won't tell anyone, and I especially won't let the Taiyi Pavilion find out the true secret within me."
Rows of minuscule characters materialized before Wen Qingye, shimmering with a captivating light. Then, one by one, the characters flew swiftly into Zhang Xiaoyun's Primordial Spirit.
Zhang Xiaoyun, completely oblivious, simply kept her eyes fixed on Wen Qingye.
