In the palace.
He looked at the countless spots of light in the space. They were of different colors and appeared in the starry sky.
"Big brother, are these all cultivation techniques, secret arts, or divine arts?" Ding Yi blinked and asked."
"Yes."
"Isn't this too much?"
The number of light spots in front of him was endless.
"Don't just stand there," Zhang Ronghua called out,"I'll help you choose a cultivation method first.""
"What did the Flame Ancestor mean by that?"
Zhang Ronghua glanced at him strangely. Ding Yi was flustered by his stare and subconsciously rubbed the back of his head.
"You really don't know?"
"Yes."
"Going to the brothel every day and staying there all night, isn't it normal to have internal heat?"
"!!!"Ding Yi's face darkened. Was the Flame Ancestor so reserved when he cursed?
In the middle.
