"Ah Qi, don't worry, the Master is here in town, no one can plot against you."
With a wave of his large sleeve, Chen Xing instantly pacified the riotous energy, and the turbulent waves vanished into invisibility.
"Master, how did you come up with this technique?"
Bai Qi couldn't help but be curious. If Master Ninghai Zen was a naturally gifted genius, who learned skills from countless schools and mastered them, relying solely on profound aptitude and understanding.
Then Master, who practiced the most unremarkable martial arts yet perfected the most unfathomable killing moves, was simply beyond comprehension, as if overturning common knowledge.
Facing his descendant disciple, Chen Xing did not hide anything and candidly said:
"An act of desperation."
He casually broke off a twig, and under Bai Qi's puzzled gaze, sighed deeply:
"Ten years ago, I encountered a great calamity, losing my fundamental true skills and nearly falling to my death at the Fourth Qi Cultivation Barrier.
