Mo Hua couldn't help but gape.
He hadn't expected that in such a vast Cultivation World, with so many cultivators, he himself would have the fortune to be the first one to "eat a crab".
Mo Hua was conflicted; he didn't want to "eat a crab". Without any precedent to follow, if he got the method wrong, it could lead to a upset stomach.
"What should I do then?" Mo Hua asked, "Won't there be a day when my Sea of Consciousness is eroded by evil thoughts, and I lose my true nature, truly becoming a man-eating little ghost?"
Mr. Zhuang glanced at Mo Hua, "There's no need to worry needlessly. You've already consumed living little ghosts; what would some residual wandering thoughts amount to?"
"What you're experiencing could at most be called..." Mr. Zhuang paused thoughtfully and found the words, "indigestion."
"Indigestion..." Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then understood.
"Poor digestion?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "That's one way to put it."
