"Kid, meeting is fate. So I'll give you another peerless divine soul secret art. This one is no weaker than that one—perhaps even stronger."
At that moment, the old man turned to look at Ye Lin, who was sitting on a stone in the distance watching the show, then slowly pulled a yellowed book from his robes.
The five bold characters Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms were written across the cover. He slowly handed the book to Ye Lin.
"Young man, the divine soul secret art is within this book. Whether you can discern it depends on your talent. If you can't, then you simply lack the fate for it."
After saying that, the old man clasped his hands behind his back and left on his own.
In the blink of an eye, the old man's figure vanished before the two of them. Even Ye Lin's divine sense could not catch a trace of his movements.
"This old man is no simple figure. What he gave you is no simple thing either. Do not take it lightly."
"Take a look around for now. I have something to do."
With that, Liu Bai's figure scattered and disappeared.
Ye Lin stroked his chin thoughtfully. He had known Liu Bai had not come for any divine soul secret art. Who was Liu Bai? At his peak, he had been a dignified Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. Would he care about such a trifling divine soul secret art?
The divine soul secret arts he knew probably numbered enough to fill the entirety of Sky Cloud Star. He had come to Sky Cloud Star because he had matters of his own to attend to.
"But where exactly is this Holy Spring? The divine soul secret art is one matter, and the Holy Spring is another."
Ye Lin muttered