The Virtual Universe, Thunder Island.
Whoosh.
A figure abruptly appeared before the great hall of the Tian Shi Palace. The hall was completely empty; the Tian Shi Palace Lord was not inside.
"Teacher!" Yang Zheng called out. When no one answered, he quickly sent an email.
"What is it?"
A moment later, the Tian Shi Palace Lord appeared in the hall, his reddish-brown hair loose around his shoulders, dressed in silver robes that seemed both real and illusory.
"Teacher, I've made some initial progress on the Combat Secret Technique I'm creating. I would like your guidance," Yang Zheng said respectfully.
"Show me," the Tian Shi Palace Lord said.
"Yes!"
With a thought, Yang Zheng lightly tapped a finger against the air. A streak of light leaped through space, and its contained power erupted in the distance. Spiderweb cracks spread through space before it shattered like a mirror.
"You're using the Space-Time Fusion Law as its framework?" The Tian Shi Palace Lord involuntarily frowned. "If all you need is guidance, then this technique of yours has already crossed the threshold. It simply isn't perfected yet."
"Go back for now. I'll arrange some suitable opponents in your training grounds. Hone it slowly and perfect it."
Fortunately, he could arrange opponents in the training grounds. With the Tian Shi Palace Lord's insight and mastery of secret techniques, making those arrangements was naturally easy.
But pointing out flaws would involve the Space-Time Fusion Law, which lay outside his expertise.
Having an outstanding disciple was a good thing!
But a disciple who was too outstanding could also be a headache for his teacher.
The initial framework of the secret technique was complete.
Yet Yang Zheng was in no hurry to create his secret technique. Just as he had said, what he truly lacked was time,