Inside the office of Daoist He Tu, the long silence made the atmosphere appear a bit chilly. In the room, there were only Daoist He Tu, Qiong Hua, and Wang Lu. They were all expressionless and petrified. The river of time seemed to bypass these three people, making them independent of time and space.
After no one knows how long, Wang Lu coughed and opened his mouth to break the silence.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, but could you repeat that? I feel like I was just hallucinating."
Daoist He Tu very earnestly repeated his words, "I am a practitioner of the virgin technique."
Wang Lu pressed his lips tightly and stared dead at the old man in front of him. After a while, he asked with a somewhat trembling voice, "Virgin technique… Don't you think that's a waste?"
Daoist He Tu blinked his eyes. "What waste?"
Wang Lu said, "With such a big tool as yours, don't you think it's a pity not to use it?"