"What does the Medicine Immortal mean by this?" When Han Xiaoying heard Gu Hui tell Guo Jing to build a solid foundation, a flash of insight struck her.
Ten years ago, she had obtained the Evil-Warding Sword Art. After ten years of arduous cultivation, her martial arts had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Back then, even when the sworn siblings joined forces, they could only fight the Black Wind Twin Evils to a draw. But now, she could defeat them with ease.
"Heh, Miss Han, you are overthinking it. Heaven does not disappoint those who work hard. I merely felt moved by how diligent this little fellow is.
That said, this child is suited to broad, forceful martial arts. That is why his progress has been slow while practicing all of your techniques.
Why not have him focus on cultivating one simple palm technique from now on?"
They all knew that Gu Hui's medical skills were superb, while his martial arts were even more unfathomable.
Ten years had passed, yet his appearance had not changed in the slightest, adding another veil of mystery to Gu Hui in their eyes.
Had anyone else said this, they would have refuted it long ago. But they did not argue with Gu Hui. Instead, they fell into thought.
Yet they were thinking, just how far would Guo Jing go after obtaining the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms and the Nine Yang Manual?
"Everyone, I am merely offering a suggestion. This boy is your disciple, so how you teach him is still up to you.
By the way, when you return to Jiangnan, why not take Guo Jing's mother with you?"
Ke Zhen'e asked in confusion, "Why is that?"
"Heh, Mongol has the momentum of a rising dragon. It is also so this boy will not find