"Dharma King Jin Lun greets the layman... ahem, ahem..."
King Golden Wheel, lying on the sickbed, his complexion pale as golden paper, his breath as thin as a thread, managed to survive thanks to his strong foundation.
"I might have been a bit too heavy-handed, you're too frail."
Tao Yu looked at Dalba, who was boiling medicine beside him, noticing that Prince Huodu seemed to have vanished without a trace.
"The layman's divine skill is peerless; being able to spar with the layman and not die is a fortune for this old monk."
Who says King Golden Wheel cannot speak well?
Now, ill and weak as he is, he still speaks quite pleasantly.
"Haha, you do have a way with words. I came mainly to seek your guidance on the skill of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique. Additionally, I would like to invite you to serve as an instructor at our daoist school," Tao Yu said.
