Seated cross-legged on the ground, Du Fei quickly tapped his forehead with his right hand. Instantly, an extremely intricate mental strength, akin to the dance of silkworm threads, emerged, forming a protective shield that enveloped him entirely.

"Little Bai, you told me before that there's a way to separate the Martial Master's legacy from the residual Qi essence of the Martial Master. You weren't lying to me, were you?"

"No, but if you want the process to go ...