"After you receive the teachings, if there is anything you do not understand, you may ask your Senior Brother Jiang at any time. You also have a senior sister above you—she is my daughter. Her temperament is rather cold... Ahem, but she bears no ill intentions. I will introduce you to each other when the time comes!"
At the mention of his daughter, Daoist Guangrong sighed as well.
That daughter of his was no worry-free child, and calamities of the demonic sort clung heavily to her.
"Go. From here on, simply follow the others' arrangements. If anything comes up, you may return to Melting Gold Hall. I will naturally stand up for you!"
Yang Huai nodded slightly, but hesitation still lingered on his face.
"What else do you wish to ask?"
Yang Huai said, "Master, this disciple is merely curious about the sword art Master used when sparring with that other senior that day. That sword art was vast and profound. This disciple wishes to know what kind of sword art it was..."
Hearing this, a faint smile entered Daoist Guangrong's eyes.
"Your master had thought you could endure for a while longer before asking!"
He was not surprised. Yang Huai's fate had manifested as the phantom of an ancient sword; he was clearly a natural-born seed for wielding the sword.
"This art is not a sword manual, but an unpassed secret art of our Profound Mystery Sect—the Six Divine Powers Origin Art. It contains the power of six divine beasts!"
As he spoke of this, his eyes seemed to light up, dazzling and profound, while a smile touched his face.
"Just think: which divine beast beneath heaven and earth, once it reaches maturity, is not comparable to immortals and gods? And to fuse the powers of six divine beasts