After reading a few letters, he had somehow learned Wang Chongyang's life's work? And even cultivated the legendary Innate True Qi!
This was simply a martial arts miracle unheard of and unseen before.
The Quanzhen Seven Masters exchanged glances, their hearts filled with nothing but rueful smiles and weary sighs.
They had spent decades striving, cultivating day and night in the Quanzhen Sect, and had only just reached their current level. Yet Lin Xuan had surpassed everything they had sought all their lives—and even their limits—with just a few letters.
What could they say besides sighing?
"Alas..." Ma Yu let out a long sigh. His eyes held both helplessness at his own lack of talent and amazement at Lin Xuan's gifts.
"Young Master Lin is a blessing to the martial world." Qiu Chuji calmed his turbulent emotions.
He bowed deeply to Lin Xuan, his voice full of respect. "We accept our defeat today wholeheartedly. Young Master Lin's martial arts are heaven-defying; we will not insist on keeping you here any longer. Should you ever need anything, everyone in the Quanzhen Sect will obey your command."
The others also clasped their hands in salute, their faces respectful. "Take care, Young Master Lin. Until we meet again!"
Lin Xuan returned the salute. "Thank you, Daoist masters. Farewell."
The Quanzhen Seven Masters said no more. They needed time to collect themselves, and, more urgently, to deal with Zhao Zhijing's betrayal and the masked man's attempt to silence witnesses. Supporting one another, they slowly left the ancient temple.
Only after their figures had completely disappeared into the night did Huo Qingtong recover from her shock.
She approached Lin Xuan. Her clear, autumnal eyes now shone with an unprecedented brilliance, almost dazzling.
She looked at Lin Xuan, seeming to want to say something, but in