"Your disciple understands!" Xiao Mao cried in delight.
Yuan Zhiming swept his hand again, sending out a restriction. Then his lips moved, yet no sound could be heard. In mere moments, he had finished speaking. Once he withdrew the restriction, Xiao Mao solemnly said, "Thank you, Master, for imparting this secret art to your disciple. This secret art shall only be passed down to my own disciples and never spread beyond them!"
"Excellent! Go now. First nurture your divine sense, then consolidate your realm. This old man has prepared all the necessary pills for you. Once you reach the peak of the twelfth layer of Qi Cultivation, prepare to go out and undergo trials!"
"Thank you, Master!" Xiao Mao kowtowed once more. "This disciple has only just entered the twelfth layer of Qi Cultivation and is still far from its peak. It is too early to speak of trials."
"Hehe." Yuan Zhiming merely smiled without saying more, then flew away. After respectfully seeing his master off, Xiao Mao sat cross-legged before the waterfall. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and gazed in the direction of the Thunder Control Sect. A faint smile appeared on his face as he thought, Eldest Brother Xiao, I never imagined you had joined the Thunder Control Sect. Hehe, and you even made such a tremendous name for yourself—the first place at the Feathered Immortal Convention... even Senior Brother Zhuo admires you! But, Eldest Brother Xiao, your little brother has now reached the twelfth layer of Qi Cultivation as well. I wonder whether I can establish my foundation before you do? At the very least, when we meet next time, I can give Eldest Brother Xiao a surprise!
Then, a smile lingering at the corner of his mouth, Xiao Mao silently recited