Tang Changsheng cried out in astonishment, "Master, how did you get here...?"
"Long story short, I'm too far away to keep this up for long... How did you end up here? Never mind. Forget I asked."
Lü Yuanhua studied Tang Changsheng and frowned slightly. "You still haven't broken through to the Illusory Spirit Realm?"
Tang Changsheng gave a wry smile. "There are some problems I can't make sense of, no matter how hard I think. I came back this time to ask you and Martial Uncle for guidance..."
Lü Yuanhua nodded slightly. A teacher passed on the way, imparted knowledge, and dispelled doubts. Answering a disciple's questions was a teacher's duty.
Besides, the fact that a disciple had questions meant he had truly learned and understood something. Otherwise, he would simply have studied without a ripple, encountering no doubts or difficulties at all...
Someone like that was either a sage, divine from birth, or a fool who had learned nothing whatsoever.
Tang Changsheng's doubts showed that he had reached the threshold. He might break through the barrier to the Manifestation Realm at any moment.
Yet if Lü Yuanhua asked Tang Changsheng to put exactly what troubled him into words, he could not have done it.
Many subtleties could not be explained in words. They had to be passed on directly, from mouth to ear and heart to heart.
Even learning to sing—how to stand, how to breathe, how to produce a sound—required a teacher to guide a student step by step. Left to figure it out alone, many people got it wrong...
And that was something simple. How could it compare to the subtle, hidden workings of the soul in cultivation?
A faint smile appeared on Lü Yuanhua's face. "You're in luck..."
He pointed, and three rays of light shot