The old Taoist's words left everyone present dumbfounded.
They've heard strange requests before, but this one truly takes the cake.
Is there really someone who finds cultivation a burden?
Han Yu was naturally puzzled by the old Taoist's absurd request.
He looked at the old Taoist's rather carefree face and couldn't help but ask in disbelief.
"Are you joking?"
The old Taoist gave a quirky smile, waved his hand, "I'm not joking, truly asking you to chop out my cultivation."
He was only helping to test the pills, not aiming to restore his cultivation.
The most important point.
The old Taoist said solemnly, "The old ghost's words are indeed correct, my insight into the power of words has greatly progressed recently, so this cultivation indeed doesn't suit me now."
It's not that cultivation isn't needed, but at this moment, it feels like shackles.
The wise old man barely managed to squeeze out this insight, he wouldn't dare to gamble.
