The Monk Dao Feng entered the small grove with a look of utter despair. He was anxious, unsure of what fate awaited him. He certainly didn't believe Wu Tian truly had the ability to guide him in the Martial Path.
"You're a talent," Wu Tian said, glancing at Dao Feng. "Your madness is a virtue, a very good one."
"You chose me because I'm mad?" Hearing this, the terrified Monk Dao Feng nearly fainted. He immediately blurted out, "I'll change! Can't I change?"
The phrase 'small grove' was synonymous with evil. Monk Dao Feng certainly didn't want to lose his chastity there, especially not to a man.
"Can you stop your wild fantasies?" Wu Tian glanced lazily at Dao Feng. "If you keep this up, I'll call over a big yellow dog to violate you and then kill you, then violate you again and kill you again! Now, for serious matters. The skill I am about to impart to you also comes from a mad monk."
"A legacy from a mad monk?"
Dao Feng was immediately unnerved.
