Zhang Huaidan has trained at the Celestial Master Mansion for twenty years and picked up a little skill, though other people don't seem to think so.
Zhuge Qing: “I can't believe it! I gave it everything and couldn't even singe a hair on his head. Why was Qing born if Dan was going to be born too?”
Wang Ye: “An ordinary, unremarkable Golden Light Mantra. An ordinary, unremarkable Perfected Huaidan. Then he made short work of me in one move. I have no idea how he trained!”
Ma Xianhong: “That night, I brought the twelve Upper Root Vessels from the village, ready to beat him until he was on his knees. But in the end... we were the ones on our knees.”
Zhang Chulan: “Your boy Zhang is blessed with amazing luck. The Luotian Grand Ceremony championship is mine and no one else’s... What? I have to fight Brother Dan? Seriously?”
“You’re all too kind. I’m really not as amazing as you say.”
Everyone: “Perfected One, you’re too modest!” “I won’t let you downplay yourself like that!” “Exactly! When the time calls for it, you shouldn’t be modest. Brother Dan is invincible!”
“Not at all. My abilities are actually quite limited. There’s always a higher mountain, and I’m nowhere near invincible. I’m still just a hair behind my master!”
Everyone: “Perfected One, please don’t... Wait, who’s your master?”
“Zhang Zhiwei. Don’t you all know that?”
Everyone: “...”
Zhang Huaidan: “...”
Everyone: “Damn!”
