The Past

Inside the stone cave.

A soft, delicate moan rang out.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing the complicated look in Cheng Buzheng's eyes, Murong Wanwan seemed to understand. She immediately scolded him in annoyance:

"I specifically asked Master for this, using the refinement of my Life-Bound Magic Treasure as an excuse."

How could this scoundrel be so awful?

How could he think that about Master?

Though Master had taken me in with a touch of self-interest, she had treated me well all these years.

Murong Wanwan mused to herself.

A trace of amusement appeared in Cheng Buzheng's eyes. Then, remembering the secret technique from earlier, he said:

"By the way, is the secret technique for dual cultivation one of your sect's techniques?"

"I once obtained a similar one myself."

As he spoke, Cheng Buzheng reached out and grabbed. A storage bag, which had fallen into some corner, sent a Jade Slip flying out. It shot straight toward the stone bed.

The Jade Slip fell into Cheng Buzheng's hand.

"That can't be!" Murong Wanwan said uncertainly.

"This secret technique has been passed down in our sect for over a thousand years."

Then,

Cheng Buzheng handed the Jade Slip to Murong Wanwan, who was in his arms.

Murong Wanwan took it with some confusion and began examining it.

A short while later,

"Husband, where did you get this Jade Slip?"

Since it concerned her sect's inheritance, Murong Wanwan hurriedly pressed him for an answer.

Cheng Buzheng understood the importance of a sect's inheritance, too!

One wrong move could trigger a war between the two sects.

Besides, Murong Wanwan was his Dao companion. There was even less reason to hide anything from her.

Even after all these years, he still remembered the events of that day clearly.

Cheng Buzheng then recounted what had