Xu Taiping did not know why, but even though the other man had not admitted it himself, he still felt that this was Recluse Sansan.
"I have taught you for three years, yet before today, I never showed myself even once. Do you bear This Old Man any resentment?"
The old man spoke with his back to Xu Taiping.
"No."
Xu Taiping shook his head at the question.
"You lie."
The old man snorted coldly.
"Elder Sansan, though you never showed yourself before today, you left words on the wooden board every day to guide me through my shortcomings. You never missed a single day in three years. How could I bear any resentment?"
Xu Taiping explained with great earnestness.
"Then do you think it was better that This Old Man did not show himself?"
The old man asked again.
"Elder Sansan, you may act as you wish. There is no need to concern yourself with my opinion."
Xu Taiping replied.
"Then do you think teaching you this way qualifies me as your master?"
The old man gathered his sleeves.
"Of course."
Xu Taiping nodded with absolute certainty.
"As long as you are willing, Recluse Sansan, I will go down the mountain right now to bring you tea and formally become your disciple."
He continued.
The fact that Recluse Sansan had never once stopped guiding him over these three years was enough to make Xu Taiping wholeheartedly willing to take him as his master.
"There is no need."
Recluse Sansan suddenly waved his hand.
"I was merely entrusted by your Peak Lord to give you a little guidance along the way. All I have taught you these past three years is how to carve words into a cliff face. I have not even taught you a single sword move. How