Within the Eastern Province.
Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect.
Inside the Ancestral Master Hall.
Chu Yuan sat quietly on the Sect Master's throne, looking down at the disciple before him who swayed as if a gust of wind could topple him, his gaze incredibly complex.
He had watched as his disciple was stuffed with a handful of grass, then quickly returned to full health.
Even now, he had not quite snapped back to reality, wondering what principle had allowed his disciple to eat some grass and then come back to life like a resurrection.
However, according to his usual bluffing rules, he needed to delude his disciple first, giving him a goal to more easily settle his thoughts.
Well, to put it simply, that meant painting a big pie in the sky.
"That, disciple, are you sure your body really has no issues now?"
Before Chu Yuan started painting the lofty pie, he was still worried about Divine Doctor Hua's health and couldn't help but speak up.
