Ye Fan stood silently for a long time, his mind filled with many thoughts. This old Daoist had finally revealed the whereabouts of the nine secret arts; perhaps they could be found.
The Cai Family was a crucial clue and would surely lead to discoveries. Moreover, before the old Daoist passed away, he had walked around the small Daoist temple three times, finally looking towards the West, his gaze clearly intentional.
"As I drink in my home's hall, I turn back and see eight thousand years have passed..."
All of this, when connected, outlined a faint path. As long as one pursued it wholeheartedly, the location of the nine secret arts would surely be revealed.
A Saint rested here in eternal slumber, having transcended at the time of his death. His every word and action had held profound truths, yet they went unrecognized. Perhaps he was a true master.
