"Hum!"
The instant a smile appeared on Primordial Mother Wudang's face, the saber cut on the shoulder of her Daoist robe repaired itself completely.
Chen Beiwu showed no surprise at the sight.
Never mind that he had concealed most of his strength in that slash-even if he had struck with all his might, he might not have been able to injure Primordial Mother Wudang.
"A marvelous saber strike, and an even more marvelous man."
Primordial Mother Wudang nodded slightly and praised him. "I suspect even a cultivator newly advanced to Spirit Transformation might not have been able to block that strike."
"You flatter me, Senior Wudang." Chen Beiwu bowed modestly.
"What, still calling me Senior?"
Primordial Mother Wudang reached out and patted Chen Beiwu's shoulder, her smile gentle. "I seldom take disciples. The last time was eight thousand years ago." "With your aptitude and brilliance, you are qualified to become my final disciple."
Before Chen Beiwu could speak, Shen Yuxia beside him had already digested her shock and reminded him through divine sense, "This is a rare opportunity. Hurry up and accept her as your master!"
"Well... Senior Wudang, you've misunderstood."
Chen Beiwu shook his head slightly, an appropriately apologetic expression on his face. "I have already become True Lord Longkui's disciple."
"Hmm?"
Primordial Mother Wudang narrowed her eyes and turned toward Shen Yuxia, an invisible pressure spreading through heaven and earth.
"Little Yu, what is going on?"
"Martial Aunt, I forgot..."
Before Shen Yuxia could finish, Chen Beiwu stepped forward and interrupted her, shielding her behind him.
"Fellow Daoist Bai Hong only meant well. I was the one who failed to persist in refusing."
"If you find this improper, Senior, I will take full responsibility."
Facing Primordial Mother Wudang's pressure, Chen Beiwu's expression remained unchanged. He bowed slightly and