A genius like Yan Chixia could figure things out and cultivate on his own, becoming nearly a Sword God—in other words, he was on the verge of entering the Primordial Spirit realm.
It was clear just how high his talent and comprehension were.
On top of that, Ding Ling's explanations were simple, easy to understand, penetrating, and to the point.
Yan Chixia often grasped things as soon as they were mentioned, occasionally revealing an expression of sudden enlightenment.
Several hours passed like this.
By the time the moon was high in the sky,
Ding Ling had explained a great deal about Thunder Magic and the Sword Control Technique.
He had even touched briefly on a fundamental cultivation method like the Xuanyuan Divine Sword Scripture.
Yan Chixia was still unsatisfied, but more than that, he felt embarrassed. Seeing that it was already late, he took the initiative to speak:
"Ding Ling, let's continue discussing the Dao tomorrow. It's already so late. Why don't you get some rest?"
"I don't need to rest."
Ding Ling smiled.
"Daoist Priest, if you want to continue discussing the Dao with me, why not join my team? That way, you can discuss the Dao with me anytime, anywhere."
"This..."
Yan Chixia was tempted, but he was even more hesitant.
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"
"Not at all. You've seen my cultivation speed. When I have nothing to do, I'm idle anyway. Wouldn't discussing the Dao with you be the perfect way to spend that time?"
"This..."
After hesitating repeatedly, Yan Chixia ultimately still could not resist the temptation of discussing the Dao with a peerless genius like Ding Ling. He slowly nodded, rose, and cupped his hands toward Ding Ling in greeting. "Then I'll have to trouble you."
"It's only right."
"Wait a