Zhang Xiaohua could only talk to himself on this matter, as the light and shadow seemed to ignore him and continued calmly, "Look carefully at these four portraits, my friend. If your cultivation was a bit deeper or you were a direct disciple of one of the three sects, you would have seen them long ago in your own sect. Alas, this poor path has forgotten that the world is so vast, and the true essence of my soul projection is almost consumed. I don't even know how long it's been since I fell. The inheritance of cultivation bears fruit and flowers, and there are more than three or four sects in this world."
"Cultivation?" Zhang Xiaohua was dazed again, secretly wondering, "What is cultivation? Is it related to the Path of Immortality?"
"Hmm, no matter what, as long as you are not a disciple of the Zhixiang Sect and not a disciple of the Piaomiao Sect!"
