"Fusheng Boundless Heavenly Lord, Pindao has accepted him as his disciple. The disciple's filial piety towards the master cannot be said to be corrupting."

The old man changed his position, it was really comfortable.

"master!"

Hearing some plaintive sounds outside the door, the old Taoist suddenly jumped up from the bed, changed out of his clothes, and put on his original set of "simple" Taoist robes.

"What's the matter, disciple?"

Taoist Priest Dingxuan opened the door, looked at Lin Ye standing in the yard outside the door, and asked.

"Master, I have wielded my sword seven times in two hours, but not once was I able to hit the crooked-neck tree. Please clarify my confusion, master."

"Ahem...is this sword fast?"

"Quickly, but I can't hit it."

"Don't worry about whether it hits or not, just tell me whether it's fast or not."

"But I can't control the accuracy of this sword."

"Apart from talking about accuracy, let me ask you whether this sword is fast or not?"

Lin Ye fell silent.

This conversation felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had had a similar conversation with his teammates when he was playing a shooting game.

Teammate: My instant sniper is faster.

Lin Ye: But you weren’t sure.

Teammate: Let me ask you if it is fast.

Lin Ye looked at the old man with a resentful look: "Master, please tell me the truth. What's going on with this sword-controlling skill?"

"Ahem," the old Taoist stroked his beard, "You know the name of this sword-controlling technique, right?"

"Royal Sky Sword." Lin Ye suddenly had a bad premonition and looked at Lao Dao. Lao Dao gave him a look back. Yes, it means exactly what you thought.

"I only care about wielding the sword. Whether or not I succeed is left to God's will?" Lin Ye's voice was trembling, and he asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"Um."

This "hmm" made Lin Ye completely despair.

"Master, I feel that the fate between you and me as master and disciple has been exhausted. For the clothes and bedding that the apprentice has paid filial piety, as well as the expenses for rebuilding the Taoist temple, the disciple will prepare a list for the master later. Master, please pay for it."

When the old man heard this, his lips twitched, and he reimbursed him. He didn't have so much money even if he sold him.

"Disciple, don't talk nonsense. There is a reason why my master asked you to practice this magical power. This magical power is very suitable for you."
Chapter completed!