"Young master, what is this?" Ye Qingcheng asked curiously when she saw Chen Mu produce a book out of thin air.
"It's for you," Chen Mu said, handing it over.
"Thank you for your gift, young master." Ye Qingcheng was a little bewildered, unsure why Chen Mu had suddenly given her a cultivation technique.
She took it and read the words on the cover clearly and precisely. "Heavenly Dipper Eighteen Swords Art?"
She had never heard of it, but it sounded impressive.
And since it had come from Chen Mu, Ye Qingcheng had even more reason to believe it was anything but ordinary!
"What?! The Heavenly Dipper Eighteen Swords Art?!" Standing below the dais, Lin Jinyang shouted in shock upon hearing the name, momentarily losing control of his emotions.
"Ahem! Forgive me. I lost my composure." Lin Jinyang held a loosely clenched fist before his lips and coughed twice.
"Didn't you say this technique was already in this condition when it came into your possession? Then how did you know its name?" Chen Mu asked casually.
"Young master, when the previous custodian passed it to me, he said that the mysterious senior had mentioned the name Heavenly Dipper Eighteen Swords Art when giving it to the Founding Ancestor," Lin Jinyang hurriedly explained the whole story.
He feared Chen Mu might misunderstand and think he had deliberately deceived him.
Then, in a fit of rage, Chen Mu might reduce him to dust with a single thought, leaving him to vanish on the wind.
Lin Jinyang might have been reckless, but that did not mean he was unafraid of death.
"I see." After hearing his explanation, Chen Mu had no intention of smashing the pot to get to the bottom of it.
He had only asked in passing.
Seeing this, Lin Jinyang