At this point, Ling Chuxi realized that she had still underestimated he zhengdao's Grandmaster. The techniques at the beginning were not even one grade inferior to the techniques left by a ten tribulation Dao master in the heaven seeking tower of the great Dao. However, the more she went on, the more exquisite the techniques became. The difference between the techniques and those of a ten tribulation Dao master was also smaller. It was a little difficult for Ling Chuxi to remember them.
Ling Chuxi closed her eyes slightly and recalled he zhengdao's technique while corroborating it with the insights she had gained in the heaven seeking tower of the great Dao.
He zhengdao stood respectfully by the side, not even daring to breathe too loudly for fear of affecting Ling Chuxi. There was no trace of the arrogance of a master blacksmith on his face. He was more or less like an apprentice who had just entered the sect.
