He put down the teacup and said, "Enough, even the most brilliant supreme dojo will fade away one day, and every glorious person will have their moment of decline. We, the resurgence beings, are but disgruntled lonely spirits, returning to this world to struggle again. Everyone has their time to descend, remind your master that he too will have his day today."
Qin Ming did not rise, remaining seated cross-legged.
Old Silkworm remained unmoved, saying, "Elder, do you look down on this young man? My master believes he is very strong, comparable to great figures of the ancient times."
At this moment, the palm of the young man descended nearby.
Qin Ming's expression was unchanged, he said, "I have severed the past, even forgetting how to operate the essential scripture, so let's do it this way, using later skills, the methods of mortals, I shall indirectly exchange a move with your master."
The young man's palm print descended slowly, waiting for him to strike.
