He cast another glance at Fang Xiaolong and asked, "Is there a place nearby suitable for resting? This old Taoist needs to meditate and expel the poison..."
"There's a cave nearby, and inside it there's an unparalleled martial arts skill," Fang Jing replied naively, eliciting a fierce glare from Fang Xiaolong beside him.
"The old Taoist doesn't need to learn any martial arts..."
Elder Bai Mei smiled faintly; as a disciple of Mount Emei, he naturally didn't think much of secular martial arts. His original plan had simply fallen through.
Initially, he intended to teach these three a peerless martial art from the secular martial arts world so that they could stand proudly above the realm and lead prosperous lives—a sufficient reward for saving his life.
Now, it seemed there were some difficulties.
