"When water reaches its end, it becomes a scenery; when a person reaches their end, it is a rebirth... I will teach you a technique, if mastered, you can traverse the world, not beneath Dragon and Tiger."
The reflection in the water softly whispered, its voice vast and boundless.
"A toad yawns, bragging without bounds." Zhang San sneered.
"Do you know where this is? Dragon Tiger Mountain, the ancestral court of the Daoist Sect in the world, and you dare to presumptuously claim to teach me?"
"It's not I who teach you, but you who teach yourself."
The reflection in the water changed the subject, suddenly laughed.
"I teach myself?" Zhang San was stunned.
This technique is called a technique but is not a technique. If seen as true, it may also be false. Always learning from the Immortals, for ages the Alchemy Scripture has no mantra."
A gentle whisper resounded, like a sudden flash of lightning, as if thunder was striking.
