Before leaving, not learning any Martial Arts would indeed be regrettable.
But since the Master Kasyapa remained silent, he couldn't just open his mouth and ask...
Gradually, Meng Chuan saw the monk remained indifferent, and closed his eyes to comprehend the Martial principles he had gained.
Don't rush; wait until the Spiritual Power is exhausted, then press a bit...
...
Time passed, and changes slowly emerged.
Master Kasyapa sat as still as a rock, the wrinkles between his brows gradually unfolding.
Meng Chuan noticed that initially, the veins on his forehead pulsed, appearing like entwined tree roots.
Then silver light flowed beneath the skin, like the moonlight pouring down.
He immediately focused his mind, witnessing this appearance; it seemed the old monk had attained some enlightenment.
His complexion first took on a pale blue hue, resembling ancient porcelain with fine golden cracks.
