"Don't mention the Li Dragon and Kan Tiger, nor speak of red marrow or yellow sprouts. Don't talk about moving the purple chariot. Don't discuss the charming yin-yang twins.
The best is to forget worries and remain calm, to clear the mind and nourish the spirit is most excellent. Do nothing and make no effort, the road has no wrong turns. A generous spirit root is priceless."
Under the warm sunshine and in the cool lake breeze, Chen Xuantian hums the 'West River Moon,' lying on a bamboo pole on the water, rubbing his belly, chewing fish meat, and spitting out fish bones, thoroughly at ease.
Hmm, watching Tie Dan on his cultivating, monster-slaying, and leveling-up path, one might mistakenly think that all those who achieve the Dao are insane killers, bathing in blood and slaughtering their way to the top. But that's not entirely true.
