Chapter 237
“Thank you, senior, for imparting your techniques.”
Xu Ming bowed deeply to an elder whose figure gradually faded into nothingness.
Xu Ming had long lost count of how many techniques he had learned here or how much time had passed. All he remembered was that he had been practicing endlessly, tirelessly.
The techniques these seniors had passed on to him included sword techniques, mental cultivation methods, staff techniques, body techniques—everything imaginable.
“Your name is Xu Ming, right?”
Just as Xu Ming had bid farewell to a man who had taught him staff techniques, a man holding a long spear approached him.
Xu Ming straightened up and looked at the man. He remembered him—clearly, in fact.
It was the man who had once been bound to the stone wall. Among all those seniors, he seemed the most “normal,” which made him particularly memorable.
“Greetings, senior.” Xu Ming bowed in respect.