"Rong'er pays her respects to Master!" Huang Rong, that clever little rascal, immediately kowtowed without a second word.
Seeing this, Hong Qigong thought Gu Hui's words made sense. Besides, after spending these past few days together, he had more or less realized that Huang Rong was no evil person.
"Ah, the Medicine Immortal is right. Rong'er, get up.
"Medicine Immortal, you are so young, yet you know the affairs of my Beggars' Sect so well. You must have an extraordinary inheritance and background."
Guo Jing had long said that he had eight masters: the Jiangnan Seven Heroes and the Medicine Immortal.
Thus, when Hong Qigong heard how Guo Jing addressed him, he naturally knew that Gu Hui was the Medicine Immortal.
"Haha, if you read enough secrets, naturally you learn them.
"Jing'er, to be honest, your opportunities and fortune are excellent. Even I am ashamed of my inferiority.
"But when it comes to martial arts, I actually do not expect much from you. I do not expect you to surpass your master, nor do I expect you to innovate upon the Eighteen Palms or the inner cultivation method I taught you.
"But now that your inner strength has reached completion, once you master the Eighteen Palms and become proficient in them, you will be able to contend with the Five Greats.
"And you are not even twenty yet. You still have many years ahead of you.
"So I should point you in the right direction. What if you manage to break through?
"Usually, devote more thought to martial arts and read all sorts of manuals.
"Whether they are simple or profound, they are all the wisdom of those who came before.
"Once you have accumulated enough, perhaps you will be able to innovate upon both the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms and