"Thank you, Master." Li Chuan cupped his fists. "Junior Brother Qin's death pains me deeply too!"
Liang Hangzhou recalled the sight of Qin Feng and Li Chuan making peace not long ago and heaved another heavy sigh.
"A-Feng is gone. The dead cannot return." Liang Hangzhou fixed his gaze on Li Chuan.
Li Chuan knew the heart of the matter was coming.
"You know as well as I do that you're the only one left in the Martial Hall with any hope of reaching Transforming Force."
Liang Hangzhou pondered for a moment.
"I want to take you as my True Inheritance Disciple. What do you say?"
"From now on, your allotment of Blood-Strengthening Pills will double to six a month."
"Come to my courtyard every five days, and I'll guide you through the Stake-Training Fist Technique."
"With that title, even Transforming Force experts from the major factions won't dare lay a hand on you. You'll only have to face opponents at your own level."
Looking at Li Chuan's upright figure, Liang Hangzhou wore a complicated expression.
He was old, and there was no promising new generation among the Pine Wind Martial Hall's disciples.
If he could not find a suitable successor, his lineage might end with him.
Thinking back on all the ways Li Chuan had surpassed ordinary people, Liang Hangzhou deliberated for a long time before deciding to stake everything on him.
As a martial artist who had struggled his whole life, he knew opportunities sometimes came only once.
Fail to seize one, and it was gone forever.
Li Chuan paused, then suddenly dropped to his knees.
"This disciple pays his respects to Master Liang!"
Liang Hangzhou stroked his beard with satisfaction and took a bite of a dried persimmon. His spirits seemed much improved.
He rose, summoned the