Lu Bei, holding Master Zhengqing, stepped out of the void, contemplating that the little monk had a good master, not only was he highly cultivated and from a wealthy family, but he was also doting, unlike his own mentor who had passed away leaving him behind, vanished into the world without a trace.
Envy turned Lu Bei's face monstrous, immediately throwing him off balance.
Why!?
Why could the little monk just peacefully cultivate, worry-free, with a mentor taking care of everything in the front? Unlike him who had nothing, each step in his cultivation journey was a bloody footprint filled with stories.
After a full thirty-three days of Heaven-man Integration, his upper body was merged with the heart of the sky, the lower body merged with the Tao of Yin and Yang, and his spiritual state was increasing day by day, with the red scarf on his chest becoming more vivid, could he swallow this bitterness?
No, he could not!
