Li Ping'an hesitated for a moment.
Grandma Linghua suddenly smiled and said, "Ping'an, let me ask you a question."
"Please ask."
"The first humans born between heaven and earth had no cultivation techniques, so how did they cultivate?"
Li Ping'an felt as if he'd been struck by a beam of spiritual light and sat there stunned for a long time.
When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in the recliner of his cave dwelling, staring at the ceiling in a daze, with a familiar, beautiful silhouette watching over him.
"Ningning?"
"Mhm," Ningning Mu looked over Li Ping'an, her beautiful eyes filled with concern, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"
Li Ping'an let out a light sigh and said with a wry smile, "I think I know how to break through my bottleneck now. I need to comprehend the Dao, my own Dao, not the Dao passed down by Ancestor Kongming."
Ningning Mu did not understand, but she felt that her senior brother seemed very impressive.