When I was summoned by Master, I was competing with the rabbits in the back mountain to pull out carrots.
When I heard the voice of the messenger crane, I ran away.
Just kidding, today's lunch isn't here yet!
In the end, my second senior brother carried me by the back and threw me into Master's Dao Discussion Hall.
Master, Daojun Xuanqing, the ceiling of combat power in the world of cultivation, is like a walking iceberg.
He sat cross-legged on the white bed, surrounded by immortal energy, and was as cold as ice.
I'm numb.
This big shot is definitely up to no good when he comes to me.
I lowered my head, trying to look pitiful, and drew circles on the ground with my toes.
"Master..."
He said nothing.
The hall was eerily quiet.
I could even hear my stomach growl.
It's over, and I feel even more guilty.
"Ali."
He finally spoke, his voice as cold as jade hitting each other.
"Have you made any progress in your recent practice?"
Come on, come on, this sentence again.
I shook my head violently, my eyes turned red, and mist instantly surged up.
"Wow, Master, Ali is so stupid."
"Ali can't learn it, it's hard to memorize the mental method, and the spiritual energy is not obedient..."
Intention: Involution? Ruined?