"Help... me?"
Mu Chutai's hand holding the wine gourd froze, with his left eyebrow raised: "Yu Ling, you need my help?"
"Not long ago, I went out traveling."
Master Yu Ling pointed the horsetail whisk towards the young man beside her: "After encountering an old acquaintance, I initially intended to take him back as my disciple, but he is keen on continuing to cultivate Martial Arts, which I lack any related Cultivation Techniques for. So I planned to ask you to teach him a few articulation mental methods. Would that be possible?"
"Transmission of skills?"
Mu Chutai squinted as he assessed the ordinary-looking young man beside him.
Chen Sansi clasped his fists and respectfully paid his respects: "Junior Lu Shengzhi, greets Senior."
In the shadow of tree leaves, Mu Chutai's expression was unclear; it merely felt like he stared for a few breaths, then bared his white teeth, grinning: "Alright, no problem! You've found the right man, kid. Do you know who I am? I am..."
