Early morning in Wudang. The fog is very thick. Qian held the crumpled canvas bag.
The air is filled with the acid of cheap lemon shampoo. The coldness of the earth.
Here it is. Cultivation requires enlightenment. But for him. Cultivation only requires two steps. Listen clearly. Get it right.
Know the complete formula. Trigger once to complete the move. Techniques. Full level immediately.
This is a carnival for comic book fans. He stared at Wang Ye's dark circles in the cafeteria in a daze. He helped Zhang Chulan recite the general outline of the Golden Light Mantra in the woods. He does not seek immortality. Don't seek authority. He just wanted those stunts printed on paper. One after another. Exploded in reality.
"Fenghou Qimen is so handsome." "Now. It's mine."
Logic roars. Cause and effect are reorganized. The ultimate skill. Collision with weak energy. He is in the gap between life and death. Perform the craziest harvesting techniques.
On the long steps of Luotian Dajiao. Qian lowered his head. He glanced at the cyclone spinning in his palm. The sound of engines echoed monotonously at the bottom of the hill. He walked up.
