The green-skirted woman hesitated slightly before saying, "You are only Junior Brother Ye's Disciple-in-Name. Bound by the sect rules and precepts, I cannot teach you too much. These are some of my insights into Sword Arrays. How much you can comprehend will depend on yourself."
With a flick of her sleeve, a pale-blue jade slip flew out and hovered before Wang Qingshan.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Uncle Song. Though I am a Disciple-in-Name, if the sect ever needs my efforts, I will never shirk my duty."
Wang Qingshan spoke solemnly. The better Taiyi Immortal Sect treated him, the deeper his bond with it became—and bonds meant responsibility.
In Wang Qingshan's heart, the family would always come first, with Taiyi Immortal Sect second. When drinking water, one must not forget those who dug the well. Taiyi Immortal Sect had helped Wang Qingshan greatly in reaching where he was today, and he had not forgotten it.
The green-skirted woman's expression turned stern as she said harshly, "Disciple Wang, you have already witnessed how profound and mysterious the Taiyi Sword Wall is. I hope you will not disappoint Senior Uncle Liu's expectations."
"Rest assured, Senior Uncle Song. This disciple understands."
Wang Qingshan answered earnestly. Though he was nominally a Disciple-in-Name, his treatment was nearly the same as that of a true disciple.
Every Nascent Soul Cultivator of Taiyi Immortal Sect would take one or two true disciples to inherit their legacy.
Liu Ye had guided Wang Qingshan's cultivation and even allowed him to study the Taiyi Sword Wall. This was simply not treatment a Disciple-in-Name could receive.
Pies did not fall from the sky, and even if they did, they would not happen to land on Wang Qingshan's head.
The stone wall lit up with a burst of dazzling spiritual light,