Lin Feng understood the moment he heard it.
This meant there was still one more test before he could become a disciple.
Although Mr. Hong was making things a little difficult for him, it was still acceptable.
Taking a disciple was no small matter.
In this world, the relationship between master and disciple was like that between father and son.
A personal disciple was equivalent to one's own son, able to inherit one's property and legacy.
It was understandable to put a prospective disciple through a thorough test beforehand.
Lin Feng cupped his fists and said, "Please instruct me, sir."
After speaking, Mr. Hong had been watching Lin Feng's expression.
Seeing not the slightest trace of dissatisfaction or impatience on Lin Feng's face, he could not help admiring him even more.
For someone Lin Feng's age to be repeatedly put in a difficult position, it was only natural that he might feel dissatisfied. Yet Lin Feng showed not the slightest resentment.
That temperament alone surpassed that of ordinary people.
Mr. Hong took a Martial Arts Manual from his robe and handed it to Lin Feng.
It was still slightly warm to the touch.
It seemed Mr. Hong attached great importance to this manual and had kept it close to his body.
Four large words were written on its cover: "Yin Yang Swordplay."
When Lin Feng opened the manual, he found that its text appeared freshly written, and its illustrations looked newly drawn as well.
Clearly, this was a handwritten manual completed not long ago.
Lin Feng also noticed that this manual contained only martial arts moves and no internal cultivation method.
It seemed Mr. Hong had held something back.
If he could not learn it after reading it once, Mr. Hong probably would not teach him the internal cultivation portion