Seeing his slightly flustered expression, the smile in Bai Bing's eyes deepened. She quickly composed herself and said calmly, "Since you have taken me as your master, I have a gift to give you."
The moment she finished speaking, she made a light gesture with her fair hand.
A small booklet on a table at the side of the hall suddenly lifted into the air. Though there were no ripples of energy on its surface, it flew steadily toward Yang Jing as if pulled by an invisible hand.
His heart stirring, Yang Jing instinctively reached out and caught the light booklet in his palm.
He lowered his gaze to the booklet's cover, where three powerful words were inscribed in an ancient, clerical script—*Indestructible True Skill*.
The moment those words met his eyes, Yang Jing trembled. His expression changed, his heart felt as if it had been seized by an invisible hand, and his breath caught for an instant.
