"Serve."
Rising and leaving, the nearby big monk Stick Monk Thirteen mused, saying: "Sword Madman, this senior left because I accidentally spilled the tea on his hand, didn't I?"
"After all, the predecessors of Taoist Sect do not refine the body."
Murong Longtu asked, "Are you afraid of not letting go, pouring scalding hot water on your palm?"
This big monk stood tall and proud, saying: "Of course not afraid!"
"Junior, cross training Vajra Physique to the thirteenth level!"
"Water and fire immunity!"
Murong Longtu laughed heartily.
"You are not afraid of holding on, why would he be afraid?"
He then looked at the sheet of white paper, with the word [Immortal] written by the Taoist Sect's insights, Murong Longtu merely raised his hand and pressed lightly, and the golden-lettered paper instantly shattered into thirty-eight thousand pieces, sleeves sweeping, falling like heavy snow.
Let go of the sword, abandon madness.
Between heaven and earth, only I exist.
