Zhao He memorized every word Jiao Gu said, then suddenly asked,
"Senior, you seem quite experienced with dispersing one's cultivation and rebuilding it. Could it be that you have dispersed your cultivation before as well?"
Jiao Gu paused slightly, only answering after a while, "Perhaps. I can't remember."
It was the answer she had expected. Zhao He had long since grown used to it.
This Senior Jiao Gu was good in every way, except its memory was not very good. It had forgotten many things.
Half-jokingly, Zhao He said, "Senior, you said earlier that you would teach me a cultivation technique. You haven't forgotten that technique too, have you? Don't let me disperse my cultivation, only for you to forget the technique afterward. That would be troublesome."
"Rest assured. Though I have forgotten who I am, my memories contain many cultivation techniques of every kind. When the time comes, I will choose the one most suited to you and teach it to you."
Hearing this, Zhao He was finally much relieved. After dealing with Senior Jiao Gu for some time, she had gained a preliminary understanding of its temperament.
This senior was a being whose word was law. Since it had said so, it certainly would not disappoint her.
Zhao He could not help feeling a measure of anticipation. Given Senior Jiao Gu's cultivation before its death, the technique it taught her would surely be far superior to the one she currently practiced.
At this thought, Zhao He was filled with drive. She had to quickly prepare the spirit stones and other items needed to rebuild her cultivation.
This preparation lasted a full three years.
Three years later, in a secluded cave abode.
Zhao He took a deep breath. "Senior, I am ready."
"Begin."
At Jiao Gu's command, Zhao He