"I am unwilling!" The Ancestor Master's voice rose, with Golden Radiance in his eyes, like a Fierce Sun, which could burn one's spiritual will.
"Ancestor, don't get excited!" Qin Ming rarely experienced this; his consciousness seemed about to ignite, and he understood the feeling when facing an Immortal Path Disciple.
This Ancestor Master had white hair and beard, skin tightly clinging to his bones, but swiftly calmed down without erupting the Heavenly Light lingering within his body.
Qin Ming said, "Ancestor, I too am unwilling. Please pass on to me the complete Scripture. Someday, I will promote it and pave a Newborn Road upon this foundation!"
He was direct, without false words, because he feared the Old Ancestor Master might have issues with his spirit, and there wasn't much time for communication.
"If you're willing to practice this skill despite it exploding in the end?" the old man asked.
