Chaos City.
Venerable Nine Swords' residence.
"Teacher."
Ling Feng entered the courtyard and, upon seeing Venerable Nine Swords, bowed respectfully to him.
"Sit."
Venerable Nine Swords sat savoring an exotic fruit wine and poured a cup for Ling Feng as well.
"Yes."
Ling Feng sat down beside him, then asked, "May I ask why you summoned me this time, Teacher?"
"Haha, your performance this time shocked all of Chaos City. Even I was taken aback."
Venerable Nine Swords glanced at Ling Feng, then laughed. "I imagine quite a few Universe Venerables have sent you messages?"
Ling Feng nodded candidly. "Yes, Teacher."
"Mm. Your rate of progress is astonishing. At this pace, even if your comprehension slows after you become an immortal, reaching Peak King won't be difficult."
Venerable Nine Swords smiled. "After all, those peerless geniuses who appear only once in ten million eras have historically reached Peak King at the very least, barring those who died before their time. Moreover, nearly a third of them have entered the ranks of Universe Venerables."
"Those old fellows have lived for hundreds of millions of years, and every one of them is shrewd as can be. Seeing such astonishing progress, they're bound to scramble to take you as a disciple... after all, the bond between master and disciple is the strongest of all."
Ling Feng nodded at his words.
In this world, powerful beings had unlimited lifespans, but their loved ones could not live forever alongside them.
Thus, after their loved ones died of old age one after another, the person truly closest to them was their master.
A master imparted the Way, taught their craft, and dispelled their doubts-a kindness of immense magnitude. Respecting one's teacher was therefore extremely important among humanity's powerful beings. Even if they surpassed their teacher someday,