"The Formless Cold Scripture!" When he saw Tang Yan write down the name of this cultivation method, Shen Shan began to feel a faint sense of anticipation.
Tang Yan's fine handwriting, with strokes like iron paintings and silver hooks, also strengthened his faith in him. As the saying went, seeing someone's handwriting was like seeing their face. Surely someone who could write such flowing, graceful characters would not be so wicked as to make a fool of him.
After filling a sheet of paper, Tang Yan finally set the brush aside, clapped his hands, and said with a smile, "Done."
At this, Shen Shan swept his sleeve, instantly drying the ink with a wave of warm energy. He picked up the Formless Cold Scripture and began reading it carefully.
His strength had long since surpassed Heaven Tier, and his attainments in the Martial Dao were extraordinary. After reading Tang Yan's cultivation method from beginning to end, Shen Shan closed his eyes and carefully considered whether it would suit his grandson.
As he pondered it, Shen Shan felt quite pleasantly surprised. Although he could not guarantee that it would solve the problem completely, judging by its general framework, its approach was indeed correct.
If this cultivation method was genuine, its value could surpass that of a Heaven Tier cultivation method.
After all, rarity made things precious. Heaven Tier cultivation methods were certainly valuable, but quite a few existed in the world. Just how should he thank this young man?
After thinking for quite some time, Shen Shan realized with embarrassment that he actually had no idea what to offer in return.
"Young friend, is there anything you need?" Shen Shan hurriedly asked.
Tang Yan had never even considered asking for repayment. He waved his hand and said, "Meeting is a matter