"Xu Gongming, this is the essence of my life's cultivation. I'm entrusting it to you. But you must promise me one condition: you must not use this knowledge against the grassland people." Fu Xuan's deep gaze fell upon Xu Qing.
Faced with the invaluable insights of a Martial Saint, Xu Qing showed no greed or desire. He calmly said, "Teacher Fu, forgive me, but I cannot agree."
Fu Xuan let out a bitter laugh, "I'm about to die, you can deceive me, or endure for a few years, and I wouldn't even know."
Xu Qing shook his head with a smile, "Teacher Fu, you underestimate the heritage of our Central Plains Heavenly Dynasty. The insights of a Martial Saint, though a treasure of the world, are not something I entirely lack."
He casually tossed out Yu Yangzi's notebook.
Fu Xuan took a quick look, then closed it swiftly, saying, "Each era has its own laws. My insights are more suited for this time."
Xu Qing smiled, "With me here, this era no longer belongs to your generation, Teacher."
