The characters on the two bone shards intrigued Chen Lin.
If the bone shards were the remains of a true spirit or an immortal, then the characters on them might well be some inherited divine ability.
After briefly sorting through the remaining items, he put away the bone shards and left the cultivation chamber.
Mu Xingchen had yet to return from his outing, so Chen Lin summoned Yang Zishi.
"How is your cultivation coming along?"
He asked after sensing the fluctuations of mana emanating from her.
Yang Zishi hurriedly replied, "Master, I have made some progress, but I am still a long way from perfection."
Chen Lin nodded. His own assessment was the same.
But that meant she could not form her nascent soul before Tianxuan Day unless she encountered some special opportunity. Advancing from the golden core stage to the nascent soul stage required not only bringing one's cultivation to perfection, but also finding the right opportunity for advancement. That often took a long time, and the current circumstances were hardly suitable for traveling abroad.
At that moment, Chen Lin looked at her face and suddenly said, "I would like to take you as a formal disciple. Would you agree?"
As her cultivation increased day by day, addressing each other as master and servant was becoming rather inappropriate. Besides, he had never regarded her as a servant in the first place, so it would be better to change their relationship.
Yang Zishi's face went pale. Her lips moved twice, but she lowered her head without answering.
Seeing this, Chen Lin sighed inwardly and said helplessly, "All right, go cultivate for now!"
He knew how Yang Zishi felt, but all these years of running about for his wife and daughter had left him weary. He did not want to take