Li Fan's face showed a trace of astonishment, and he feigned ignorance as he asked, "Yin Shangren, what's the matter with you?"
"Is there an error in the [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation] that I deduced?"
Looking at Li Fan's completely puzzled expression, Yin Shangren opened his mouth as if to speak but hesitated.
In the end, he gave up dejectedly.
After some time lost in thought, he finally got up again.
He walked past Li Fan to a blank wall in the Underground Secret Chamber and, with his hand as his brush,
recorded the [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation] in one breath with lavish strokes.
After finishing the writing, he stood before it, his expression one of rapture.
His face showed a succession of emotions: amazement, contemplation, and regret.
Li Fan did not intrude but instead stood in front of this peerless Foundation Establishment method and silently admired it.
It was not known how much time had passed when Yin Shangren finally came out of his reverie.
