In the ancient temple, the Summer Immortal Palace Master stared at the dandelion seed that only belonged to Xu Qing through the window formed by the candlelight until it fused into the main body and disappeared.
The little butterfly at the side watched this scene in a daze. Its thoughts were in chaos, and it couldn't even speak properly.
"Ah? The only one… what is this? Master, he… he's cheating!"
"For countless years, talented individuals in the Profound Earth have speculated that all techniques have their sources. If someone occupies these sources, then reaching the pinnacle of mastery in such techniques becomes extremely difficult."
The Summer Immortal Palace Master spoke softly.
"They don't know about the existence of the Immortal Source. This is what they guessed from their observations."
"This guess is correct and incorrect."