Zhu Youji nodded slightly in response to Gu Santong.
"Is it really the Marrow Cleansing Scripture?"
Gu Santong was genuinely surprised.
Although he had always looked down on the monks of the Shaolin Temple, he couldn't deny that Shaolin was indeed the leader in the martial world.
As an ancient monastery with a thousand years of heritage, the lineage of the Shaolin Sect had always been the most complete.
Throughout the ages, the Shaolin Sect had always been outstanding in the martial world.
The Marrow Cleansing Scripture, as one of the two great scriptures of the Shaolin Sect, had long been lost.
Countless Shaolin monks had spent hundreds of years trying to restore this technique, but all their efforts ended in vain.
Unexpectedly, such a divine skill was in the hands of a young man.
Gu Santong's gaze towards Zhu Youji suddenly became complex. Slowly, he spoke, "Are you not afraid to pass on this skill to me?"