Ling Tianyu nodded, signaling that he understood. He would do his utmost to assimilate the remaining inheritance. He had always wanted to digest everything in his mind, and now he finally had the time to do so.
"Go back and get ready. Come here at midnight in three days," Crescent Moon Sage waved his hand, letting him go back and prepare well. Cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight; it needs to be approached step by step.
"Yes." Ling Tianyu bowed, soared into the air, and went to Dead Man Mountain.
Watching Ling Tianyu's departing figure, the concern and even deep-seated fear in Crescent Moon Sage's brows were unmistakable. He was now anxious about the phrase Ling Tianyu had spoken.
"Amidst a myriad of flowers, I seek only one..." Crescent Moon Sage murmured to himself this phrase, a phrase with which he was extremely familiar, even engraved in his heart. He was the same in his youth.
