Yan Chao's eyes had been shining since earlier.
He suppressed the joy in his heart and cautiously asked, "May I ask, are you... are you... one of those very powerful... cultivators...?"
This guy somewhat had a Ye Gong loves dragons complex.
He usually hoped to meet the legendary cultivators, but now he was so nervous he stuttered.
"You want to ask if I'm a cultivator? I guess you could say that." Lu Wenwu replied while grilling a pancake, "I do know a bit of magic and Daoist arts, but I'm not really skilled."
Previously, he had acquired part of the Mao Mountain Daoist skill inheritance in a zombie dungeon.
However, Lu Wenwu basically never used it, just dabbled in it, learning a few practical auxiliary arts for daily life convenience.
Yan Chao was a bit bewildered: "Huh? But I read... I read in historical records that powerful cultivators can incinerate the sky and boil the seas with one spell..."
