Seeing that Chen Jue remained silent for a long time, seemingly rooted to the spot, his whole being appeared lost in a haze, and the fluctuations of blood and qi within him gradually began to draw inward.
Lin Yuanchao could not help shaking his head. He recognized Chen Jue's mysterious, incomprehensible state and knew that he was experiencing some special sort of sudden enlightenment, or something like Daoist meditative absorption. He patted Yao San on the shoulder and said, "San, let's go!"
"Master Chen... no, I should call him Adept Chen now that he has attained the Way! He's different from worldly martial artists like us. Let's go and leave him alone to contemplate the Way in peace!"
"Contemplate the Way?"
"Adept?" Yao San had not quite caught on. Just a moment ago, his master had been eagerly hoping to get Chen Jue to give him some pointers.
Yet now, after barely exchanging a few words, he was turning around to leave.
Puzzled, Yao San glanced at Chen Jue again. Only then did he notice that this young man with such formidable martial skills possessed an extraordinary, ethereal bearing, inside and out-not the sort of presence an ordinary mortal should have.
Yao San had intended to get acquainted with Chen Jue, preferably exchanging contact details, but after hearing his revered master's words, he obediently followed him.
"Master! Why didn't you talk a little longer with Chen... Adept Chen?" Yao San could not resist asking as they left the park.
"He has already stepped beyond the Mortal World. He isn't someone worldly mortals like us can associate with. Staying around him too long would harm his cultivation. When I was young, I went to Mount Wudang for a martial contest and met a Golden Elixir Adept just like him."
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