Of course, Sikong Jing did not press Xiao Liang for an answer. Instead, he suddenly condensed a stream of true qi at his fingertip and, with several swishes, drew a not overly complicated diagram of meridian circulation on the ground before the courtyard gate...
It took only a dozen or so breaths to finish. He then withdrew his finger and said, "You do not have a systematic cultivation method. You have all merely borrowed from the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow's meridians and comprehended things on your own, which is why the problems I mentioned arose."
"Now, as long as you cultivate according to this meridian diagram of mine while taking your own circumstances into account, the problems will be resolved."
With that, Sikong Jing turned and returned to the courtyard.
Yet his steps paused slightly again as he looked at Master Wuji, whose face was filled with bewilderment.
"Oh, right, Master. You can completely set your mind at ease. I truly do not know illusion arts, much less am I a swindler."
"I really am Dual Spirit Shadows, so my ears work rather well."
"Also, I forgot to tell you—I am not really called Sikong Buwang. My name is Sikong Jing."
"My whole body hurts terribly right now. I really need to enter seclusion. See you again in a few days."
Bang!
As the last sentence fell, the courtyard gate shut once more, and Sikong Jing disappeared from sight again.
Outside the courtyard, the three of them remained standing there in a daze.
Only after several breaths did Xiao Liang gradually come back to himself. Twitching at the corner of his mouth, he said, "Xiao Jia, because Young Master Sikong is Dual Spirit Shadows, he heard every word we just said..."
"Wait, Grandpa Wuji, is Young Master Sikong really the