Inheritance
"The Everlasting Sacred Fire is an Ancient-grade technique that I had created solely for Yuehai as a symbol of my eternal love for her…" Su Yang expressed melancholy, his gaze seemingly distant.
"..."
Qiuyue remained silent.
It was no wonder why her mother had treated this technique with great love and care.
"But… why did mother give me this technique before she passed away?" Qiuyue silently looked at the ball of silver flame that was flickering on her palms like a candle fire, her gaze filled with uncertainty.
"How much of the technique have you comprehended so far?" Su Yang suddenly asked her.
"Only the beginning stages…" she replied in a regretful tone.
"That's pretty decent for someone at your level," Su Yang nodded with approval. "It seems like you have inherited more than just your mother's beautiful appearance."
"What do you mean by that?" she looked at him with a puzzled face.