Perilous Battle!
Editor: Atlas Studios
On top of the summit cloud platform, two old men were currently drinking tea leisurely.
Fragrance lingered.
One of them, a lean old man, had his eyes shut the whole time, looking like he was asleep.
The lean old man said in a hoary voice, "Ask Not two words, have you solved it?"
The middle-aged man in blue robes by the side said coolly, "Old thing, after so many years, you're still not willing to let me go?"
The lean old man said, "The path of Dao is full of setbacks to begin with. If you can't even clear this hurdle, how will you seek Dao?"
The middle-aged man in blue robes had a disdainful look on his face. These two words had delayed him far too much time, making him waste his best years.
When he came to realize the truth, everything was already too late.
Missing the best time for cultivation, people's cultivation speed would become slower and slower.