The blood-red hues of Nangong Immortal City gradually faded behind them as the group journeyed farther and farther beneath the sunset's rosy glow.
Ah Hu followed behind the others, but his gaze kept drifting toward them, especially the white-robed man with the serene bearing.
Su Ling'er was the first to lose patience with her curiosity. She slowed her steps, her bright eyes curving into crescents.
"Ah Hu, you really don't have a master?"
"That move of yours." She mimicked the motion Ah Hu had made earlier, raising her hand. "Smack! You sent that ornamental young master flying with one slap. How did you train?"
Ah Hu scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "I... I just practiced according to the booklet Chief Grandpa gave me."
"Chief Grandpa said strength had to sink into the feet, and when fighting, you had to be fast. Once you saw your opening, you struck..."
"A booklet? What kind of booklet could train someone like that?" Xiao Yan also leaned closer. Lively by nature, he was quite interested in Ah Hu's plain yet astonishingly powerful strike.
Hearing this, Ah Hu carefully pulled a booklet wrapped crudely in animal hide from his chest.
Calling it a booklet was generous. It was merely several hundred sheets of paper in varying shades and even different materials, barely strung together by a vine.
Xiao Lingxi's gaze swept across that Immortal Arts manual, and a trace of surprise flashed through her cool eyes.
Her cultivation was profound, and her discernment naturally exceptional. With the slightest sense of it, she could detect that the Dao resonance lingering upon the booklet was incredibly chaotic.
It did not resemble any orthodox method of immortal cultivation.
It seemed more like a patchwork of crude methods and breathing techniques. It could not even