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"That concubine is as beautiful as a celestial being, I can understand your reluctance to accept her. Anyone can learn a palm art, surely there's no need for such secrecy!"
Seeing Zhang Xuan remain silent, the elder snorted coldly.
"It's just a set of palm art. Teaching it to you wouldn't be a problem, of course, but it's quite difficult to master. I fear you won't be able to practice it successfully and might blame me for teaching it incorrectly...," Zhang Xuan said.
"I can tell whether it's right or not..." the elder said.
Zhang Xuan said nothing more, but turned and instructed Xie Feng beside him, "Bring pen and paper!"
Xie Feng turned to leave and before long, brought back the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Zhang Xuan took them and slowly wrote out the text.
It was the Xuanlong Palm recorded on the stele, the cultivation scripture with a Fate Lock that none had successfully practiced for hundreds of years.