"Decades ago, when I taught you this piece, I never imagined you would master it so beautifully in such a short time."
It wasn't him boasting; it had taken him a hundred years to fully create this piece.
This piece had indeed consumed all his efforts, and it was hard to find another one in the world that could compare to it.
If one wanted to learn this piece, it would take only a year or two to achieve success.
However, fully conveying its beautiful essence was much more difficult.
So difficult that it might not be mastered in hundreds or even thousands of years.
Yet Yue Hu had reached his level in just a few decades, which truly surprised him.
Yue Hu stood up, faced him with a smile, thought for a moment, and then spoke a sentence that had been buried in her heart for a long time.
"Master, actually, you mistook someone all those years ago. It was Yue Ling who asked you to teach this piece, not me. And I was the one you were supposed to teach, not Yue Ling."
