Wang Ba shook his head in puzzlement.
Zhao Feng spoke:
"The so-called Mutiny of Dragon-Snake means that if a cultivator encounters an opportunity to transform into a dragon, they would seize the chance to soar high. But if they encounter a devastating drought or hardship, they would be like a snake in the grass. Even living in the muddy caves with earthworms and ants, they would not feel self-pity or resentment, instead remaining dormant and awaiting the opportunity to become a dragon."
"Junior Brother, you are currently this snake, needing to lie dormant in the mire of the Tianmen Cult, accompanying insects, but do not forget, the day will come when you will transform into a dragon, mounting the clouds and riding the fog, breathing in the universe."
Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Wang Ba suddenly had a revelation in his heart.
To be honest, he was already weary of his days in the Tianmen Cult, living like a fly among dogs.
