The future was practically limitless. Only someone with water on the brain would refuse.
"Good, good, good. Kid, from now on, this will be the place where you cultivate. Pick yourself a cave dwelling wherever you like. If there's anything you don't understand, come ask me—but don't expect this old man to have an answer for absolutely everything."
"Cultivation is a personal matter. All I can do is offer you some practical advice; I'm not omnipotent."
"But since you've taken me as your master, kid, this old man ought to give you a gift for becoming my disciple. Otherwise, I'd look like a miserly old fool."
"Wait here, kid. Let this old man look for it."
With that, Zhuge Yun reached into his robes and rummaged around. At last, he pulled out a yellowed book. Looking at the book in his hand, Zhuge Yun flashed a mouthful of large yellow teeth.
"Kid, you have an affinity with it. Since that's the case, it's yours. Practice it well."
Zhuge Yun patted the book against his palm, then smilingly tossed it to Ye Lin. Ye Lin caught it in a flash. When he opened it, several words brimming with majestic force met his eyes.
Eight Desolations Palm. With one palm strike, wield the momentum of the Eight Desolations and suppress every enemy who refuses to submit. Those narrow-minded of heart must not cultivate it. The method of cultivation is as follows...
Just from reading the introduction, Ye Lin could tell that the Eight Desolations Palm was anything but simple. He immediately put it into his Spatial Ring and thanked Zhuge Yun.
"Alright, no need to thank me. Kid, your cultivation has reached a critical juncture now, so don't waste time here with this old man. Hurry down and cultivate."
Zhuge Yun waved