"I am a poor Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain, Ming Donglou!"
The vast wilderness resounds with his bold proclamation. The rugged man walks barefoot. In the mountain wind, his long hair suddenly flutters, revealing his deep-set eyes.
His eyes, as sharp as a knife, are radiant and sharp to the point of being frightening.
"A Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain!?"
Zhou Dao's gaze deepens as he detects an extraordinary aura emanating from the man.
"Taoist friend, you just killed my grinding stone."
"Grinding Stone?" Zhou Dao murmurs, glancing at the corpse of the Crying Mantis by his side, a touch of understanding in his eyes.
"Was she your prey?"
"I targeted her for half a year."
"Why didn't you kill her?"
"It would be easy to destroy her, so why should I?"
"Do you, a person of your stature, need her to sharpen your skills?"
"Divine skills alone are insufficient; we can learn from all things."
"A good Taoist, Dragon Tiger Mountain indeed breeds experts."