Watching Ning Wangshu and the others leave, the cultivators present couldn't help glancing again at the Taiyi Sword Sect, which had been razed to the ground. After sighing over the sight, they, too, dispersed...
Inside a restaurant in Yushan City, Xikang Province.
Ning Wangshu and the others booked a private room.
"Come on, Old Cheng, let's eat first. We can talk while we eat..."
As the dishes were served one after another, Ning Wangshu invited them to begin.
"All right!"
Cheng Xinyin replied.
After chatting for a while, Ning Wangshu also caught up with Wang Zhiqiang. Then Cheng Xinyin suddenly asked, "By the way, Ning Xian Zun, you said earlier that you had some questions for me. What exactly did you want to ask?"
Seeing Cheng Xinyin bring it up, Ning Wangshu pondered briefly before asking, "Old Cheng, actually, I wanted to ask about the secret art you used earlier—the one that multiplied your strength several times over!"
As he spoke, Ning Wangshu paused, then added, "Of course, if you'd rather not discuss it, that's fine. I was just curious."
"So it's about that secret art..."
Cheng Xinyin understood. He immediately said, "Ning Xian Zun, you've done me and my family a great kindness. I didn't know how I could repay you."
"Since you're interested in this secret art, I'll give it to you later."
To Cheng Xinyin, the secret art was precious—the supreme method held within the Cheng Family's ancestral treasure—but compared with his family's blood feud, it was nothing.
Without Ning Wangshu, he wouldn't merely have been unable to avenge his entire family. He would have died at the hands of the Taiyi Sword Sect as well.
Cheng Xinyin was more than willing to give Ning Wangshu the secret art as thanks.
Ning Wangshu felt a little