When He Wu saw that Lin Xuankong had not flatly refused, a glimmer rose in his eyes.
He stared fixedly at Lin Xuankong's back and said:
"Your Immortal Excellency's immortal arts are unfathomably wondrous. You must have your own inheritance, and the inheritance you received is surely countless times stronger than the Heavenly Inquiry Sect's! With such astonishing talent, Your Immortal Excellency will surely one day stand at the summit of the entire Great Yan Kingdom, even this whole world!
He Wu has but one extravagant hope: that after Your Immortal Excellency reaches the pinnacle of the world, you will allow the Heavenly Question Art passed down to He Wu by my master to continue onward.
Do not let this art, which has existed for thousands of years, be severed in He Wu's hands!"
Hearing this, Lin Xuankong immediately said:
"Since I am already the sect master of the Heavenly Inquiry Sect, I naturally will not allow the art founded by that stunningly gifted first sect master of the Heavenly Inquiry Sect to be lost!"
At those words, delight appeared on He Wu's previously ashen face. He repeatedly kowtowed. "Then this disciple thanks Sect Master!"
After saying that, he muttered something softly to himself, staggered to his feet, and walked toward the broad banks of the Clear Water River.
Splash!
The sound of a heavy object falling into the water came from behind him.
Hearing He Wu, who had lost all his true qi, fall into the water, Lin Xuankong knew that He Wu, now like an ordinary old man of eighty or ninety, had leapt into the river and was certainly doomed to die.
He could not help shaking his head slightly as he thought to himself:
The path of cultivation was far more ruthless and terrifying than all