Wu Chengwang and Qin Ming were both laughing, content with each other, mutually finding each other agreeable.
The atmosphere was harmonious, perhaps this was an idyllic scene for everyone.
Soon enough, Qin Ming became alert, not to get carried away; this was a one-time deal, he didn't plan to return here next time, why keep laughing a corpse-like smile.
He efficiently and naturally adjusted his expression, his smile gradually fading as he immersed himself in the Scripture, feigning ignorance, humbly asking, "Master Wu, why did the third page of this Scripture suddenly become difficult?"
Wu Chengwang chuckled, saying, "Miracle Technique, all are deeply profound, ninety percent of people are unrelated, unable to grasp it at all. Fortunately, with my guidance, the Golden Cicada Scripture is not that obscure, my disciples can practice it thoroughly."
"Master Wu, you truly deserve praise as the one who expands methods," Qin Ming complimented.
