Upon hearing this, Chang Yu was overjoyed. He hurriedly knelt and kowtowed. "Master, rest assured. This disciple will certainly not disappoint your expectations."
"Mm, come with me to the quiet chamber," Xiao Hua said with a wave of his hand. "Wu Tian, cultivate quietly here by yourself."
"Yes, Master!" Chang Yu was beside himself with joy. He scrambled up from the floor and followed behind Xiao Hua in wild delight. Wu Tian likewise bowed and said, "This disciple understands. This disciple will stand guard for Master and Senior Brother."
Once inside the quiet chamber, Xiao Hua had Chang Yu sit cross-legged. He then closed his eyes and extended a hand. A wisp of exceedingly faint crystal thread emerged from his index finger and fell upon Chang Yu's dantian. For the time it took to eat a meal, Xiao Hua's face remained utterly expressionless; he did not even furrow his brow.
Chang Yu's heart tightened slightly.
"Circulate your cultivation technique. Let this old man have a look," Xiao Hua suddenly said. Chang Yu naturally answered, "All right!"
Yet before he began circulating his cultivation technique, a trace of hesitation flashed through Chang Yu's heart. After all, cultivating before Xiao Hua would leave no secrets in his technique for Xiao Hua. Naturally, Chang Yu quickly dismissed that hesitation. It was merely the vigilance of a late Golden Core cultivator, the consequence of having gone centuries without a master's guidance. Once his technique began to circulate, Chang Yu swiftly entered a state of tranquility, and the Primordial Qi within the quiet chamber flowed into his body in an orderly stream.
"Mm, stop now." Chang Yu had only circulated his technique for several cycles when Xiao Hua spoke. He withdrew his finger from Chang Yu's dantian and said solemnly, "There is a problem with