After learning in greater detail from the Azure Lion Immortal about these so-called third-rank Dao lineages, Fang Shu felt a few degrees more confident.
At the same time, he looked forward even more to the True Inheritance Grand Ceremony.
He thought to himself, Such a rare opportunity to see so many outstanding figures of the world must not be missed.
By the pond, once the Azure Lion Immortal fell silent, Fang Shu immediately cupped his hands and bowed to him.
"This junior, Hu Muhuang, thanks Martial Uncle for your guidance!"
The Azure Lion Immortal nodded pleasantly, then shook the bamboo rod in his hand and cast it toward the pond. "It is not a bad choice for young people to go out and see the world. And since you entered that yellow weasel's sect, you are likely the restless sort as well. By the way, when your master left, did he leave you any means of preserving your life?"
Hearing this, Fang Shu hesitated slightly, but in the end, he truthfully revealed the words left in the Yellow Wolf Immortal's letter. "Master instructed me that should my life be in danger or my immortal path encounter hardship, I should come seek Martial Uncle. He said nothing else."
Those words entered the Azure Lion Immortal's ears, and he immediately turned around in stunned surprise.
Out of the blue, he said, "Tell me, did that fellow reckon he would return within a few years and want you to cultivate steadily within the prefecture, building your foundation step by step? Or did he regard this old man as the life-saving measure he left you?"
Fang Shu's expression grew strange. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Perhaps both?"
The Azure Lion Immortal cursed irritably, "That Yellow Pelt is usually stingy enough as it