Seeing his slightly awkward expression, Bai Bing's smile deepened in her eyes. Then she composed herself and said calmly, "Since you have taken me as your master, I have a gift to mark the occasion."
As her words fell, she gently beckoned with her delicate hand.
A small booklet suddenly rose from a table at the side of the hall. No origin energy fluctuated around it, yet it flew steadily toward Yang Jing as though guided by an invisible hand.
Yang Jing's heart stirred. Instinctively, he reached out and caught the weightless booklet in his palm.
He lowered his gaze. Four bold, powerful characters were inscribed on its cover in an ancient clerical script-"Indestructible True Art."
The instant those words met his eyes, Yang Jing shuddered, his expression changing involuntarily. It felt as though an invisible hand had clenched his heart, and even his breathing stopped for a moment.
The Indestructible True Art was a secret he had buried deep in his heart, one he had never dared mention to anyone.
Before he came to the Profound Truth Sect, his master Sun Yong had repeatedly warned him that this martial art was an upper-grade true art of immense value. He must never reveal it before anyone, or he might invite a fatal calamity.
Yang Jing had never imagined that his new master would know the secret he had concealed so carefully, let alone place it directly in his hands.
He looked up at Bai Bing, seated above him, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Master, this-" he exclaimed in surprise.
The rest of his words stuck in his throat. He truly did not know what to say.
Should he ask how his master knew, or explain where the art had come from?
Countless thoughts churned through his mind, leaving