Even though Lin Meilin told him to leave, she didn't let him go for the next few days. She wanted to train him a bit more. In case he came across a scenario in which he had to fight… she wanted him to be ready. Especially now that the thirteen major sects are at war with each other, it was hard to say what would happen.
She would have loved to see his little adventure, but unfortunately, she still had many things she needed to take care of.
"Well…" standing on the platform, Lin Meilin nodded in approval while looking at the figure of Yang Ze lying down exhausted. During the past few days, she had seen him struggle and learn. Even though he was nowhere near where she wanted him to be, his progress was still gratifying.
"Now that you have learned how to fight and how to properly use your skills, it is about time I impart to you a skill of my own."
Without waiting for him to reply, Lin Meilin kept on speaking further.
"There are three types of skills that I can teach you."
