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And what he most doubted was the slander of others.
So...
He simply turned it into reality.
Over time, he indeed learned a set of unparalleled skills.
However, these were naturally not things he could vocalize. Instead, he composed his thoughts, gazing steadily into Ye Qinghong's cool eyes, and then, he spoke firmly.
"My dear disciple, if your master said he had an exceptional talent, that he could master anything at first glance, would you believe that?"
Ye Qinghong stood with her sword in hand, snowflakes falling on her black hair and her blue robe.
It made her expression all the more earnest.
With pursed lips and a cold demeanor, her eyes, like cold pools, reflected a trace of frost.
Afterward...
She replied resolutely.
"If Master says so, I naturally believe it. Whatever Master says, I will believe."
Her words caught Fang Yang off guard, his profound eyes gradually softening as he gazed at his proud disciple.
A wave finally stirred in his usually calm heart.
