“Grandmaster, what exactly is the highest secret of cultivation?”
A red-furred weasel that had yet to fully take human form stood upright on its skinny little legs. It lowered its blood-red, slanted eyes and asked me in a trembling voice, fervent and reverent.
I pondered for a while, then slowly turned my wooden head and answered sincerely, “Don’t spit on the ground, and don’t bite people for no reason!”
