Chen Meng's words were a thunderous wake-up call.
Lin Ye immediately suppressed the trace of frivolous sentimentality in his heart.
He solemnly accepted the Cultivation Technique, his fingertips clearly feeling the unique, time-worn texture of its cover.
He looked up, gave Chen Meng a long, meaningful look, and then, without a word, performed a deep bow.
The motion was slow and deliberate.
This was more than just a student's respect for a teacher.
It was the sincerest gratitude of a disciple to his master.
Chen Meng waved his hand, his gesture a bit stiff.
"That's enough."
He could feel a warmth gathering in his eyes, threatening to form tears.
But Chen Meng fought it back.
It was only then that Chen Meng realized that, at some point, his relationship with this student had deepened to the point where he would constantly worry and feel concerned for him.
But he couldn't let it show.
