When I Let My Guard Down
Wang Yue didn't care about Si Teng's attitude. As long as she wrote down the techniques so he could take a look, that was enough.
Si Teng probably thought that since she couldn't cultivate these techniques herself, Wang Yue wouldn't be able to either. She wrote them down readily, without holding anything back, and had filled several books with techniques in no time.
Seeing how cooperative Si Teng was, Wang Yue was naturally pleased. He felt he ought to put in more effort when it came to her.
They both had their own agendas, but the basis for their cooperation had certainly grown much stronger. That was because Si Teng had officially acknowledged Wang Yue's strength.
If Wang Yue had been even a little weaker, given Si Teng's personality, the two of them would never have cooperated. They would more likely have been master and servant.
Early the next morning, Wang Yue was practicing Xingyun Pavilion's Xuan techniques when he heard a knock at the door. He didn't even walk over; he simply waved his hand, and the latch opened.
President Canghong was waiting outside. When the door opened, he assumed someone was behind it. But just as he was about to greet them, he realized there was no one there.
Through the crack in the door, he saw Wang Yue practicing beneath the big tree in the courtyard. His movements looked a little awkward, clearly those of someone learning a new martial art.
Since secretly learning someone else's techniques was taboo, Canghong didn't enter. He stayed at the door and called out, "Fellow Daoist Wang, Canghong has come to trouble you."
Seeing how polite Canghong was, Wang Yue replied just as courteously, "President Cang, please come in. I trust your character."
Hearing Wang