I Don’t Accept Defeat, but I’m Scared
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"You can come to Nanshan Hill for future practice," Wang Yao said.
"No, I'm fine on Dongshan Mountain," Zhong Liuchuan replied.
He was an easily contented man. In the section bordering Dongshan Mountain, although the spiritual energy was not as strong as Nanshan Hill, it still existed. In his opinion, it was already very good.
"It's up to you." Wang Yao did not insist. "Let's go to the top of the hill and take a look."
It was cool and breezy at the top.
"Wow, it's good to be on top," Zhong Liuchuan said. "No wonder you are willing to stay on the mountain. This is indeed a good place to practice."
"Yes," Wang Yao said.
The reason he could have such good self-cultivation was inseparable from a good cultivation environment. That was why those monks were willing to stay in Lingshan Holy Land.
"It's quite late, Sir," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I shall go down the hill now."
"Alright," Wang Yao said.