Time seemed to pass in an instant, yet also as though a century had gone by, before Elder Cui raised his head tremblingly.
"Dao... Daoist?"
"One must return a favor when it is received."
Fang Zheng withdrew his fingers, a hint of fatigue showing in his eyes, clearly indicating that the Spiritual Transmission Method was still difficult for him at this point.
Even though it was just a basic Observation Method, a bit of cultivation knowledge.
He slowly said:
"Elder Cui is exceptionally gifted, had you received the True Skill at a younger age, your achievements would surely be remarkable, but as of now... it's somewhat late."
"Content, content." Elder Cui's body trembled slightly, his voice agitated:
"I never thought, in my old age, I would still get to see the True Skill?"
"Daoist!"
"Please accept my bow!"
With that, his knees softened, about to kneel to the ground.
"Alas!"
