"Who would've thought that taking that path back then would be such a mistake."
What a pity.
There's no foreseeing life's choices.
Huang Zhonggong sighed deeply, yet felt immense relief:
"It's a blessing that the Seven-string Invisible Sword has found a successor like you, Ding Ling. I believe it will shine brilliantly in your hands!"
Ding Ling nodded and expressed his gratitude.
"This was an exchange we agreed upon; no need to be overly formal with me."
Huang Zhonggong grew more impressed with Ding Ling:
"I have no disciples or successors. Since I'm teaching you the Seven-string Invisible Sword today, if you're willing, I can pass all my martial arts knowledge onto you."
How could Ding Ling refuse? He hurriedly bowed deeply in gratitude.
Huang Zhonggong gently supported Ding Ling, preventing him from making too formal a bow, and said with emotion:
