Thoughts turned in Yang Jing's mind. Seeing how well his master understood the Indestructible True Art, he took the yellowed booklet from inside his robe.
It was the first half of the Indestructible True Art.
He offered it to Sun Yong with both hands. "Master, this is the first half of the Indestructible True Art. If you're interested, please take a look."
Sun Yong glanced down at the booklet. The words "Indestructible True Art" on its cover were written in bold, vigorous strokes, carrying an air of antiquity.
But he merely shook his head, a trace of wistfulness in his voice. "Put it away. It's no use to me anymore."
Yang Jing was slightly taken aback.
"These old bones of mine no longer have the energy." Sun Yong stroked his graying beard, acceptance in his eyes. "My blood and qi have declined. They can no longer keep up at all. How could I have the strength or spirit to practice a new martial art? Especially a true art like this. Cultivating it consumes tremendous resources, and breakthrough attempts are extraordinarily difficult. Its demands on the body, blood and qi, and talent are even greater. I can't bear them."
Seeing his master's candid expression, with no sign of pretense, Yang Jing knew he truly did not want it.
He answered respectfully and tucked the booklet back against his body.
Sun Yong turned, his gaze growing solemn as he looked at Yang Jing. "Jing, there's something I must impress upon you. Wherever you are, whenever it may be, avoid telling others the origins of your cultivation arts, the secrets of your training, or the opportunities you've encountered. The more important a secret is, the deeper you must keep it buried in your heart. Even with those closest to you, think three times