Great Wild Goose Frost, the pale dawn moon hangs high.
At night, the moonlight flows like a river of silk, spilling across the earth.
At this moment, a burly Taoist was inside the room, his brush strokes rapid and powerful, as if recording something important.
"Main body, why are you making this so complicated? With your current True Technique cultivation, once fully unveiled, apart from those two old geezers from the Heavenly Star Sect and Moon Concealing Sect who could spar a bit with you, who else could last even one round against you?"
"When the time comes, with your cultivation revealed, can that so-called Star Jade still be denied to you?"
"As for the other forces, that's even simpler—you want something, just take it! Why bother with all these flowery, unnecessary tricks? This makes you, Master Peng Jiao, look like a fool."
