One lesson stretched over three days, so Lu Zheng could only send word home and then, at night, find time to return to the present to keep in touch with Lin Wan by phone.
It wasn't until the fourth day that Daoist Yuting finally finished teaching this illusion technique.
"I've taught you everything I could. Whether you can master it and how well you do will depend on your aptitude."
Lu Zheng respectfully knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you, Daoist, for imparting your knowledge!"
Daoist Yuting nodded, accepted Lu Zheng's salute, and then immediately said eagerly, "Come, let's go up the mountain. This time, I will definitely make you lose miserably!"
Lu Zheng, "..."
After having a vegetarian lunch, Daoist Yuting pulled Lu Zheng and Daoist Mingzhang up the mountain, set up the chessboard, and sorted the pieces.
Of course, Lu Zheng wouldn't let him have it easy, but although he didn't lose miserably, he was struggling and lost three games in a row.
"Ah hahaha—"
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