Inside a small building in the University of California's Professor District, Gu Shaoshang stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the backs of Chen Qingzhi and the other man.
"Imperial Tutor, why teach such a secret art to outsiders?"
Wang Tong, dressed in loose robes, stood behind Gu Shaoshang, somewhat puzzled.
The secrets of Immortal Qin martial arts had taken the Imperial Tutor nearly seventy years to decipher, yet the first person to learn them was an outsider. Wang Tong could not understand it.
"Who isn't an outsider?"
Gu Shaoshang withdrew his gaze and sat down on the sofa, his expression calm.
Cultivation was solely for oneself. Everyone besides oneself was an outsider.
Whether it was Chen Qingzhi or Immortal Qin, they were merely outsiders to him.
Besides, at his current level, why would he care about some secret art?
So what if it spread?
If some change truly occurred, it would probably bring him more surprises than trouble.
Wang Tong shook his head, unable to understand.
Gu Shaoshang had no intention of explaining either.
Although Wang Tong's cultivation was decent, his horizons were still too narrow.
The current Immortal Qin had existed for only a few decades and had a population of barely one hundred million. It was still insignificant even within a single world, much less the Primordial Chaos Great World or the endless Infinite Multiverse Sea.
Fixating solely on the gains and losses of one nation or one person was still the mindset of mortals.
By comparison, that First Emperor had set aside the hatred of one man and the gains and losses of one nation, looking instead toward all of China and the entire human race. His breadth of spirit was indeed considerable.
Thus, he did not even care whether the many outstanding figures