Hearing her master's words, Mu Yina's face fell as she stammered, "M-Master, the Taiji Xuanqing Dao you taught me feels too difficult. It took me a whole week just to complete thirty-six cycles."
"Oh? You've already mastered the first level? Very good. Continue cultivating the second level, but pay attention to your foundation as well.
Once your cultivation bears fruit, I will teach you A Song of Red Dust. In your spare time, you may also familiarize yourself with and practice musical theory."
"A Song of Red Dust? Is that a divine ability? Why does the name sound so strange?"
Facing Mu Yina's confusion, Shi Yongheng said, "I developed it myself. Its power is decent, I suppose.
It's a sound-wave technique, a means of long-range attack!"
"Yes, Master!"
Taiji Xuanqing Dao, Qingyun Sect? The black-clad masked woman immediately gave Shi Yongheng a second look.
To her, Qingyun brought to mind the former Wilderness group of six. The names were familiar to her—the names of Qingyun's peak masters—and there were others she had never met.
Could the man before her be one of Qingyun's peak masters? Or one of the six?
After all, although those six had fought their way into the Wilderness, they had faced enemies separately at the time and had not all met one another.
But this man was far too young. Could he be Cang Xuan? Rumor had it that Cang Xuan had cultivated for only a few decades.
"Greetings, Daoist. Are you a member of the Qingyun Sect?"
The black-clad woman approached gracefully, her voice soft and gentle.
"Yes, just an idle man from Qingyun with nothing much to do.
I can tell you are no ordinary person either, miss. Such cultivation is truly rare."
"My meager cultivation cannot compare to yours, Daoist. But your disciple