Uncle Jiu had a serious headache.
He took in his nephew, whose family had fallen on hard times, as an apprentice, intending simply to give him a way to earn his keep.
Who knew that while practicing talisman arts, the boy would comprehend the lost Heavenly Script;
while practicing breath recovery, he would suddenly master the ancient Nine Breaths of Qi;
and while studying feng shui, he would turn around and lay out the baffling Wind Empress's Unfathomable Arts.
Looking at his apprentice, who seemed like a celestial deity descended to earth, Uncle Jiu was completely dumbfounded. “My boy, what exactly are you learning?”
When the Maoshan Sect Leader arrived in person and caught sight of Lin Qing, the ritual sword in his hand clattered to the ground.
In the deathly silence of the hall, this grandmaster of the Daoist sects performed the oldest and most solemn disciple's salute to the young Lin Qing:
“Your junior… pays his respects to the Founding Patriarch!”
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