"What are you talking about, young friend? Who told you this is guarding the mountain? This is cultivation, do you understand cultivation?"
The Mountain God is extremely sensitive to the words 'guarding the mountain.'
"Cultivation, cultivation."
Tang Rao coughed dryly twice, masking his embarrassment was truly exhausting.
"Then let me ask you, why are you cultivating here?"
Just changing the words slightly, the meaning remains the same, but the Mountain God felt psychologically comfortable hearing it.
"This is a directive from the Heavenly Dao, saying cultivating here is for the greater good, embodies a pioneer's spirit."
The more the Mountain God spoke, the more mysterious it became, to the point where even he felt guilty about it.
"So now you are a pioneer, you guard the mountain here, oh no, cultivate, what benefits have you gained?"
Rather than showing concern for the Mountain God, it was more like searching for a reason to go to the Divine Realm.
