The Master is Ashamed

Lu Chong's request of Elder Changming was simple: he wanted him to feed him moves.

Before Elder Changming, a Dao Profound Realm cultivator, there could naturally be no talk of sparring. The gap between them was far too great.

So, he needed Elder Changming to use the Azure Edge Dao Art to feed him moves, thereby accelerating his own Dao Art cultivation.

"That's easy. Starting today, stay here with me for the time being. Your master will be your sparring partner whenever you need." Elder Changming agreed without the slightest hesitation.

At the same time, he had already sent a message to Deacon Zhao Zhiyun, who had just left, telling him to make sure to keep Lu Chong's Dao Art cultivation realm secret.

Only by temporarily concealing Lu Chong's Dao Art realm could they catch the others off guard at the Dao Discussion Assembly and make a name for themselves in one stunning feat.

"Hehe, this time I'll let you old geezers see just how outstanding this elder's disciple is. And that old silver coin Chu Zun—just wait until his jaw hits the floor."

"Thank you, Master, for granting this." Seeing Elder Changming agree so readily, Lu Chong said gratefully.

"What are you being polite for? Come, let's begin now."

As Elder Changming's words fell, he flicked a finger, and a streak of silver sword light immediately shot toward Lu Chong in the distance.

He also wanted to see what was so extraordinary about this nominal disciple with the most exceptional talent, that he could reach such a level in barely half a year.

"A mid-grade Dao Foundation!" Lu Chong was startled inwardly. He swiftly retreated through the air to blunt the opponent's attack, while his sword fingers tapped out in rapid succession, erupting with one flying sword manifestation after