Chen Fan directly gave his answer and declared his resolve with the most solemn ceremony of taking a master!
Su Bai watched Chen Fan kneeling prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the earth, his body trembling faintly.
"Get up."
His voice remained calm, yet it carried a trace of warmth that was difficult to detect.
"The Heavenly Dao Sect does not encourage cumbersome formalities. Your resolve was already carved upon this mountain path last night."
Su Bai stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering lightly in the wind. His gaze fell upon the distant sea of clouds, as though he had seen an infinitely distant future.
"Heaven rewards diligence, not fate."
"Your bones were not bestowed by heaven. They are shackles."
"Today, I shall shatter those shackles for you and sever your past."
"Let this stele serve as the guide, and this mountain as the foundation."
"From this day onward, the Fan in your name, Chen Fan, will be the Fan of transcending the ordinary."
As Su Bai's words fell, they signified that everything would begin anew.
Ordinary, extraordinary, transcendent!
"This disciple... understands!"
Chen Fan took a deep breath. The confusion in his eyes vanished, leaving behind only incomparably pure determination.
The shackles of his past had been severed by his master, and the blood-soaked road of former days had become a stairway to heaven.
Su Bai nodded slightly and took out a book of Immortal Arts. "This is the Nirvana Immortal Arts. It is most suitable for those rebuilding their cultivation. Cultivate it well."
"One day, everything you lost can be taken back with your own hands."
"Thank you for Master's grace!"
Chen Fan accepted the Immortal Arts with both hands and carefully tucked it into his robes, afraid of damaging it.