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Lu Fengxuan felt that if she uttered the words "I forgot," the teacup in Old Master Wen's hand would probably not hesitate to smash toward her.
Forgetting the sacred, secret technique handed down by the Ancestors was a grave sin, not something she could simply weep over and lightly cover up.
Seeing her not respond, Old Master Wen's silver eyebrows furrowed then relaxed.
"If you have forgotten," Old Master Wen said without leaving any room for doubt, "the moment you walk out that door today, our bond as master and apprentice shall also be severed."
Although they had not formally observed the rites of a master-apprentice relationship, Old Master Wen, in his heart, had truly regarded Lu Fengxuan as his direct disciple.
In the whole world, apart from him, only she had learned the Golden Needle Technique.
None of the four major disciples around Old Master Wen possessed such talent, and that was exactly why he valued her so highly.
